daisy, night’s color,
crackles notes against the skyline
harmonious Coleoptera
reminds us of how silence travels faster than light and
figmented filaments conflagrate for our fumbling tongues
seen and lost
in a song unplucked from the dense, cool, twinkling fabric
seen and lost
I should have sang their song
or noted it
but who can sharply dance to a rhythm without percussion,
only a false memory rattles on now,
and the glimpsing flashes serve me in solitude,
and bellow an understanding,
that glittering harmony is easily lost in expanding density