Comet

A pinpoint
Light erupts, we follow
Haley's tail of magic bop,
A pop refrain of spasming
Freedom, closed inside yon
Beam of night.

Cave

Beloved, O, we tarry

Here

We make our cavern own in

Here, we

Blaze in sheltered warmth in

Here and hide

So safe inside our home.

Episode

She walks inside
a facing plain, a mirrorglass
of iron wrought, she
bides and calculates each
speck of honesty, but
hate's a fleeting mistress, she
bares bone to prick
whatever on and gone and
emptiness to fill with
naught until I build
a second masking face.