UNTITLED


I touch dry water at the break of day
I gaze at moonless stars at night
Atoms slipping through my fingers
The blinding streams of light

I see its noisy whisper
I feel the unsplit sound
Drifting cloud of krypton gas
Glass so yielding yet so bound

Caress the rough rose petal
Erase its flat glowing hue
Crush the living knot of loss
Red hot turned to icy blue

A lost and found box
Of contradiction