The night is fixed with

strips of dark ,crisscrossed, crinkled over the sun

I am lost in all the awkward diagonals of light that remain

Beauty shrugs from twinkling stars

I stand in long strange shadows.

If I hear, a sound,

it just sits and waits

because the night is slashed and creased and light that shatters down, falls past, and into cracks

the sounds, the voices of others,

must wait,

until I can remember

I am here,

sweet, dark, emerging,

sad, soft, irresolute