Felt things last longer than seen things,
says who, drawing out forks of fire, who walking by, tied for
departure, packaged into powder. Fled ecstasy as a response like
"brilliant" can mean anything. Everything appears to
shine given enough darkness. Crushed into brilliance, the bright
ball, dished. Write your poem in the space above, erasing what
is beneath it. Paper covers rock. Listen. It's tough, hearts get
crushed by metal these days, no matter what.