JOY

In The Motion Of Breezes

when all the cast out pages
flame and crumble
into carbon scraps
the dark mirror on the door
will be a way through it

we tried to bury you here

far from your enemies
but even now their hatred
rattles our windows

your life, a twisted code in flight

injects into our visions

we raise them up to clarify

in the flutter of burnt paper

in the motion of breezes