Updated: Sep 27, 2021

Some time before dawn

he howled clear the night

exhaustion into clear silence

and fell flat and flat-eyed.

Tiny pinpricks all over,

bright needle healing points just

right spotting the black expanse;

scattering, plumes, syncopating, netted densities—

constellations, inlaid wonder and history, an even

horizon holding more than charts and degrees.

So, precise, cold and far off-- yet by a glance

embracing and invigorating all laid before that cold,

that cold clasped crack about to open a warmth,

a warmth about to overtake

a brightness about to be

not points or pricks

some time before dawn.

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