Indistinguishable light
at 5:44 a.m.
pawing my window

forlorn eyes
shattering for voice

like a walk taken when blue July
shows you how to cut open
hillsides by a hand never human.

Breeze of haunted enchantments
stealing all attentive eyes
who know something wonderful
lives behind it.

Instrument of light
grabbing hold of every
dream.

Your skyline bleeds my window
my eyes are fleeting frames
for the masterpiece
always unfolding
before my lens.

Watery missiles escaped from
my underground base,
fled up and out,

your perfect country
waiting to receive them,

You sent your own reply back
and now my shattered voice
will not come back from dreaming.