Chapter _: Her Spinning Frame

In a million starlit thirteenth hour,
As sleepy dawn lay closed
and the maw of night held breath
of frost
over icy windows.

He, all cloth and bone,
like a frightened mole held coats
against the cold,
came, not quite home,
upon a lane of cars and hold
where void night's half-eye moon shone.

-Spinning in the dust (of stars)-
-that beauty moon watched her charge-
-of years ago and months apart-
-and half-remembered broken hearts-

Shivered he against the chill,
One step, One stop, One step
He finds his hesitant feet
an anchor
safe against his fear.

The hoarfrost of the glinting cars
in rectangled rows, the moonlight glows
and shines death blue upon his scarf

which flutters in an unfelt breeze.

His eyes took up
-Suddenly she comprehends-
a presence
-a Presence-
a silence
-a silence
spread within the winds.
Here, they meet again.

Like a kiss on the brow
the wind-bitter bites his face
he shrinks inside

his layers.

-She in silence begins to wane,-
-his bitter-moon blinking-
-void of stars.-


Now around, they stir, they stir
a shuffle from within the frames.

A handprint pressed on inner sides
of  an near windshield draws his eye
the print expands, heat melting frost
His eyes transfixed upon the thought
Of melting, swaying rocking thrill,
And now it seems the thought made real
comes trickling through in shades of black
an umber hand slides through
the glass.

-Somewhere distant,-
-‘round that heavily moon he thinks-
-pipes a ghostly, fleeting, fluiting tune-
-to settle or to stir.-

In every window,
every frost,
every cursed viewspace
of this cursed parking-lot
dark forms press themselves together and out
and thaw the chill,
night terrorizing warmth
they press themselves around and out
their tender bits of shadow play,
and still that ghostly hand does reach
and beg
and produce seeds

Hands that rise, at every pass,
fingers like shadowed grass.
arms and hands, and hand that grasp
the moonlight, stardust, (all too fast)
And pantcuff, coatcuff, sleevecuff...

He, limped legged, finds his gaze,
Return once more to heaven.
And as these shade him groundward pull,
His eyes shake and plead

with the moon.

Her spinning frame,
her beauteous gaze,
she hides away,
and as he fades into the gray
and tear apart, the shadowed hearts
his skin,
he finds abyssmal night.