SkySea

The cool night air, the interwoven
Leaves of ebony ink, fan the night
Through the window, and broken
Bits of the spoken blitz, rain down
Like invisible snow, flakes on my hand,
The slightest movement, and they're
Real no more.

Once in a while, the corner
Of my eye, it catches a star, and
Through the blades and bracts,
Some light, perhaps some glowing seed,
A new beginning, but the shell
Already cracked, and the
Dusky shades of black, backwards
Perhaps, have cast their sooty spell
Over my dreamy diamond, my chance
But these spectral scales, too dry
To shine in the night, their stance
Held by their own coal cry, a husky
Howl through the pitch, can't advance,
Held back by the shackling swarms,
None of which can be unchained,
Once one is aware the rest are woken,
Everything outside of and yet contained,
In this absolute obsidian of solidarity sustained.