night                                                        
this is texture of apparition      
a little restless heat
the cat crosses between balconies
the cardboard set of the backs of city houses
stage of charming murders and secrets
the skies speed and health dominates          
there's a detonation of the half moon
then the treads of clouds                                    
and a sharp code of shooting star
we have no right                                            
bathed with loving context
we should behave to earn such a view
but our smarts aim                                    
at now't but hazard and flirt
war dooms at beat for thunder
the night skies become ominous                
                     with our ruined broach
suspended under every breath