I am the mountain against the shattered panes of glass;
dynamic quests for focus leaving
a viewer head-tilted
more confused than ever.
lit amber saffron, sweeping
streaming willowing between
As still as possible.
The more still they are
the more out of focus I become;
unfixed light years
cast shaken on shattered panes of glass.
I am peripheral
entree: only seen
by release of vision; only heard
by the deaf and silent; only loved
by the head-tilted.