We converse in circles like
Fish in a bowl
Forgetful shining bodies
Birds netted in
Wings stretching wide
Horses flying around the corral
We are crazy dark things

We talk ourselves into
Halos of light
Glass and frost
Of street lamps
Wire and heat
That glow
We are burning, burning, burning

We find ourselves
As if halos were blown away
The shape of things is
  Not to be seen
Neither here nor there
Two creatures not sleeping
But curled inside each other