Shimmer(Un)Sunday

this end of a less-light. burnish of a ground. fall of once-paraded light, hung from long failed birds. watch it spreading through these lines of dust-for-detail: read here 'yet again' and 'never'. where wander I and track; where I stumble with a pen. to raise from the page: - to form these less-effects and shadows - I write against. the bell of trial's direction through this once of no-more words