Night closes on me, opening up,
the truth whispers echoes
of the world slipping, falling.
In awkward patience water breaks into pearls,
a loosened knot gleaming
on white stone, waiting.
Fragments, colours and lights
swimming, swelling in the heat
of the sleeping eyes walking.
Folds of the curtain deceiving
as I glimpse an icy moon,
onto the hardened street, shattering.