Another drop seeps slow--

washed dilute and swimming

fast into the drain;

 

a sharp crack carries shock,

drifting swift upon the air,

and a mobile crate quakes

with the trouble of some

small thing inside.

 

Light seared in silence behind the eyelids--

a growing rupture deep inside the mind.

 

 

Breaking the bondage and

learning to temper hard

the steel of this sword--

the flavor of wood smoke

brandished in my mouth.