A quality in frost
that bites a sun-
drenched landscape
brings movement
about a body
causing reaching
hands to shake.
Toward an object with peace
inside a glass coffer.
It's pith displaying
A delicacy thats offered.
With a tension to shatter
what is tenuous to touch,
illuminating
one thousand more reasons
for trembling hands
to clutch.
As memories errupt into flames
Burning in a torrent of grace
The fire carries away
the glass coffer case
Inhaling short gasps of air
breath stolen by the flame
crawling along the carpet
the ash case sustains,
a sensation of annihilation
creeping into fate
Of becoming self-aware
In a glass coffer case
"Prey for eyes"
Soon the sun will shed
and give way to the night
Where frozen in position
A new glass coffer
will collapse and arise