Here I am
alone
with an echo
that takes
my stare
reverbs
on fingertips
as if the night
cooled here

left me cold
machine
of time
am I a shard
or the elegant
shape still spun
'gainst your blade

hardness moh harder
and a shaving
denied by  whiskers
shrieking as they
are scalped
'gain and I'm home
bleeding one-handed
watched by tomorrow