Dictated by twilight,
dictated by dark air, the circle opens
and within it, we abide: transitions,
intermediate space. Not the place
of revelation, but the place
of reencounter. The rapier
that bisects the sun.
From eye to gaze,
permanent brightness, ambit of sound,
bell that embraces terrestrial vision
as the inexorable eye of floral form
fixes the flame of a garnet. This eye,
does it see my eye? The eye that now sees me
is a mirror of fire. With the sound of rotation,
the axis of night. Dismasted,
darkness collapses, and tentatively,
sun makes the acquaintance of night.