The momentary images he kept flickering continually

Emanating and enclosing the grained world

All I could see was his right hand, held still, his body rising and disappearing so rapidly

His line, the halo of himself, appearing cast and steadied

I visualized the momentary rising of the memory they had retained

And it left around the parted rainbow and became rays of the sun

Skimming hard and low below the blue

The current above the wind was always there

Sometimes I would see him wake

Smashed into the crevice of himself

And I would let it touch where he had kept

He turned inches and lowered his strength