full moon's rays spill
a skeleton path on water
tell me the spell

you held me under
simpler to undo
than the first split steps
I took towards you.
Wrath and swell

of the silt-black sea
heavy and mute
with the weight

of so much ice melting
returns agency
to me, and ease.
Eyes travel,trace along the shape

of pure coincidence;sere white falls hued
through night air,valuable, and silvers
on the waves.Shafts of light

unravel, reeling
towards shore: shine
relearns its shadow image

and I relearn more.I can scarcely scrape
and scratch my eyes
across the moon's rough

surface. To conjure
this drag and chase down
the fixed spines of time

and the firm arrival
at some great vein
of truth appears

difficult. My own
divinations, though, draw
me down the coast

and raise my eyes high
despite the bone-bright
glance of the naked

skeleton path on the water.