self assured sacrifice
splayed across an open altar.
a circumstantial suicide,
a ritual
where a lazy moon waits for the sky
and strange angles of light
to cut her away,
[ slowly ]
prolonged indecision
by softly touched grace,
surrendered to dark inches
and the silent knife
that knows no sorrow.
a point aligned inwards,
down to where all is trimmed
away.
but never the blame -
that lies elsewhere.










18 old applause
