ewection win
evewyday now
is Apwil Fools

my child's eyes
bursting at the seams 
with silence

fleeting light
this rosetta stone
of contact

metro train
all heads bowed before
separate screens

night prayer
a whisper of moths
without light

sleeper bus
my anima held
in suspense

navigating
the tip of an iceberg
another

white noise . . .
my timeline converges
in ever-now

unfurl within me
fern-scrolls of prophecy
chanting light

fetid with life
beauty festers with
retracted claws