is the name of this angel, his

every eye aflame as a sword.

If I too am a tool

for his vision,

if I can make for him

a new incision in

the world, with my word—

Lord, let me soft

like a sandal, let me wild 

in the blue ache

of his scissoring wings.

 

 

But he is already aloft

over a lake.

 

 

He is already

a smile-hued dream.

 

 

Camera obscura, definition:

light punches a hole

 

 

and beams.