somnambular sinister of night
through the flayed clockwork
unhinged from deleterious labor

i cannot begin to fathom
with my hands somewhere
i have not yet gone
but to trespass like light
in ambrosial air
through the eye of the needle—
such impossible task,
a lover caught in the clearing water
seeing the moon
fondling the heavy current of a fall's
equivalent - oh, in love, tonguing
my way fallaciously

unpinning us both.