I cast my soul across the room.
It skitters like marbles,
across the stone tile.
Clacks and pings.
A slender thread of gossamer
seals my hope.
Do you see me?
Do you feel me?
I am an electric passage
in a moldy book, carefully placed.
Discover shredded tin upon your tongue.
Feel the angel’s breath upon your shackled heart.
A muffled rip
and your heart casts dusty specks
throughout a room lit slantly with lemon sun.
This is yours.
This is all of you.
And I am as you are.
The keepers of the wind beckon my return.