the human creature spins
its life across threads that
twine and twain and sound
depths ahead and nearby,
never past or round about
the cry. When the #creature talks
it lies. It lies so others
wont die. the human creature
spins its threads of lies
across time and sky
From the #umbra fall into starfire
Pale as a new fashioned corn;
Light as the lava with the air,
twists shadow to fabric tear; moon drop
The angels' shrieks with heavy delight
Laid her on these crystalline hands