6-11 Transfiguration



Before dawn I sit in a living room—

A domestic space dark as cricket eyes.


Behind sealed eyelids

Darker ideas and images

Skitter through mind and

Dissipate into black void.

Far away lungs inspire, expire.

A voice blurts into inner ear—fades.

A vision flits into inner eye—vanishes


Until immortal, infinite, invisible Breath

Fills the cathedral of mind.