bioxoid
bioxoid:mcullArchive for Original
breakers
starfish clutching to stones
in dark cold tides
don’t dwell on their
solitary lots–in life, in
tidal darkness, in
the buffeting clamor
of breakers breathing.
Moving heat around
the tea steam in the kitchen’s sounds–
a freezer+heat vent shushsoftround–
is gently moving heat around.
down the hall the boys surround
themselves with blankets filled with down,
and they are moving heat around.
my kisses on the cheeks I found
in darkness, or the foreheads, drowned
in sleep are moving heat around.
the darkness that our windows pound
with houselight draws the day we wound
up out there moving heat around.
in starlight where the moon is ground
to powder nothing flies around
absently moving heat around.
through tea steamed glass the moon is crowned
by blurry light whose blues are browned
by reflections moving heat around.
A nuance
There’s no fear of the dark;
There’s just fear, and the dark
does nothing but amplify it.
