1.
From the umbra into starfire
Pale as a new fashioned corn;
Light as the lava with the air,
twists shadow to tear; moon drop
The angels' shrieks with heavy delight
Laid her on these crystalline hands
2.
I am the moon and the air,
the wind before peaceable calm.
My breath, politely ferrous, cool,
frozen in the south.
This space, my soul, empty,
where lingering moments lurch,
and smile their moist, precious smirks,
holds me fast underground
3.
umber coffee bitter as amber
somber as fading embers
huddled in the ambry umbrosed
with umbrageous needs yet unseen:
magni nominis umbra
4.
The umbra is a blast shadow
a halo of dark flame trimmed
to a welder's blade.
Her hand flicks and then holds fast
casting a black spear past her form
at the speed of dark, throws her
voice into the void, hiding the moon
inside a folded corona of zodiacal light
5.
Our world afire you laughed
tossed your pale hair over the breach
sued the wind to rise and spread our ash
across streets and houses like snow across the dead
