swiftly passes some grey occluded light
when temperature and high currents shift.
not excluded; that worried moon at night,
yet their voluminous nothings drift.


happenchance that such collisions can wreck
the fusion made dance of light and heat.
a silent complicity has no check
to balance this pirouette of deceit.


not seeing the empty left by your draught
he is all rapt in the swirling eddy.
trapped with me now giddy and, mad laughter
in the blooming gloom, casting shadows, steady.


we,too much like drab dancers on a stage,
lit tragically for such a tryst parade.