composition

Again it is the language
Of quiet, of bones
Sinew and skin
Moving into the space
Of quickening light
And ethereal shadow.

Explore the shadow
Of the unspoken word—language
Inflates beneath light
And sinks into bones
A narrow hollow space
Covered by skin.

Think of skin:
Surfaces fill with shadows
That expand the space
Between silence and language
Tongues and bones
Catch the light

How eerie the light
Glimmers wan on your skin
Wrapped around flesh. Your bones
Cast no shadow.
You fall into language’s
Lost promises, the interstitial space

The blank space
Of too much light
Where there should be language
To cover naked skin
As encroaching shadows
Caress jutting bones.

Pages fill with bones
Carving through space
Creating long shadows
That erase the light
Your smooth skin
Stained with lost language.

Broken language heals like bones
Immobilized beneath skin. You space
Yourself slight between light and shadow.