i could use the stars as a shield
and mask myself as a victim of the night
and hold this silent breath
aching to impose this fleeting cloud.

i try to rearrange the pieces
in this vast array of secrets
swimming like beams of wonder
through my shades of grey.

i break the liquid skin of the firmament
with touch of my narrow hands.
it paints the fertile landscape black
as i fasten myself with orion's belt.