caught in a sidereal
   glance
  little eyes
  have their
  immense silences
speaking to me
   like the secret language
of twilight.

pressed like the many
   spires of questions.
a restless wallflower
   impaled against
  a wall.
   beating the undulant
back to my shore,
    without a gesture
  nor a voice,
    a wilderness of complexities.