and off
and on again
was a baptism
or holy communion,
I saw
the city lights hesitate,
hold back,
deliberate
and melt
into the twilight,
lending gravity
to all space,
frivolity
to time.
*
Alas, no description
is so well-formed
that it doesn't come
with tight
little sparks
between words—
electron gaps
that cannot be constricted
but which cause one
to wonder,
as one's default image
of sky is recovered
what on Earth
happened there?
And by what light
was it depicted?
