hands out, in a walk
of sleep--caressing
a planet
delicate as a baby's head.
her tutelary spirits
reading my palms.
drifting over intersecting
timelines, looks of
emphasis rippling the
mind's eye at key points.
the perfection sliding
impersonal tears down
wisps of web.
tremulous suspense in
fields of glorious collapse--
the art of detail superimposing
over ends justified.
how idiosyncratic to be
walked, and met with caution
that precedes itself.
as to regulate such a vast intuition.