Christmas night


I have seen tonight

the oneiric light

silvery- blue tint


spider-webs like shimmering

stories spread open- hearted

for those who should read them


and those with tangled threads

bunched like an elven purse

or a fist, clenched,


on eyeshine of a civet cat

darker outlined in the darkness,

the oily lines on a banded tree frog –


the selfsame light that burst forth

from barren stones

on this holy night


and all nights

when the darkness is too wide

and I stare raw-eyed


into the pinpricked sky from whence

it falls electric and whisper-soft

upn my naked face





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