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