Mean and rueful

10 come dancing: down a coruscant

road, scaling bright hills; Yet,

it wasn’t enough ― for those

forgot, for burdens remembered or

even for esteem; speed gave a chance,

a misfortunate stone’s throw from hope &

the moon, a shining

answer.

 

What, was lost to the dawn, turned

on its head, burned as an effigy,

was a hastily assembled, tumbling,

silent, silhouette ― reflected onto a

frozen pond.

 

Through the prescribed ordeal, across

celestial bodies: luminous corpuses of

light arrive at an iris; and

10 come dancing.