a wound of light

a wound of light so slight strikes my street's end, flashing

casting forlorn hues of effervescent color,

bleeds into the comfort of my achromatic hovel,

arcing down a lightning bolt of sickly solar yellow,

damaging the hand of stark dark raving nothing,

molten, melting into my chocolate snowflake memories,

that ornate glint, a hint of hardened luminescence,

morphs into a tailspin of melancholy menace,

viscous backwash! burning backlash! searing peptic!

hammering, yammering, "it is how it is."

pulling cold asunder from an overcoat wrapped tighter,

i'm sulking 'neath the stain of all these stilted distillations,

into the darkness, into the maelstrom,

into ghostly shadows of what might have been if only,

into the quiet breach of what never was or will be,

into make believe memories of baconesque nightmares,

through to kafkaesque daydreams that whisper sweet silence.

i grin, grim; relieved, resolved; resigned to what's necessarily not,

suturing dawn's bleeding into softly sightless healing,

i close my mind's eye to it all.

translucent. blackness.

bliss.