A quality in frost that bites a sun- drenched landscape brings movement about a body causing reaching hands to shake.
Toward an object with peace inside a glass coffer. It's pith displaying A delicacy thats offered.
With a tension to shatter what is tenuous to touch, illuminating one thousand more reasons for trembling hands to clutch.
As memories errupt into flames Burning in a torrent of grace The fire carries away the glass coffer case
Inhaling short gasps of air breath stolen by the flame crawling along the carpet the ash case sustains, a sensation of annihilation creeping into fate Of becoming self-aware In a glass coffer case
"Prey for eyes"
Soon the sun will shed and give way to the night Where frozen in position A new glass coffer will collapse and arise