I take this benign hour, simply disappearance,
before you – you have allowed entry uncompromising
as rain would, a cold envelope, or the waft of foliage

the impenetrable silence persisting within stones unturned
and trees impaled to the Earth like fate would decree
a sudden glint of circumstance.

the throbbing room of grace that folds a hundred measures
realizing it was easier to say nothing

and witness the rest of you flicker.