the exit strategy of light

we are that blue    

(as light)

as hidden as in . . .

the throb of flame

as a nameless compliment

but yet turned bright

waning in our dialogues

as fumes spent rising

 

for there is nothing then

that can be said

that hasn’t been . . .

to reset this wick

already as it is burning

 

but there is a lot

that can’t be said

in our darkened awe . . .

that lights the far memory

of what is left to come

in the burn down of ascension

 

and yet to have come thus far

with unlit vigil

and undisclosed instilled

by the preciousness

beyond what has been sung . . .

that raptures us into the up-draw

until we are beyond the upend . . .

 

thus . . . the exit strategy of light