Lightning drowned
its boiled quickening.
Its baptism's wielded thirst.
Sword unto water, water unto
quintessence without name.
Bubbles like a black dress
that meant to confuse its open
conduit.
Charms in cloth, cloth in motion,
motion in dance--downs the guard
of rain.
The silver flood of a star that crosses
its star.
Quartered water, reflectionless
water--spoken over in dead
containment.
Spells that do not spill from their
dead containment--hide the clearest
face from stars.
What's hidden hopes to poison
another's quintessence, that they
may become that dead containment.
Water sees this, water Knows those
blessed by its quintessence, its sheen--
its Fish.
Sees to it that those that curse die slowly
by water, jerking & sinking where a
fish would be.