Chutes & ladders of pulsing light
Wrapped in flannel white
Soft
Transparent
Ethereal fragility felt
Breakable
Impossibly delicate
Mechanics of design sublime & bone-china-fine
In this quantum pocket of night
Cradled & held in soft apricot light
Beyond the scope of this gather
Crawls a maleficent force
Intent on the rip and tear
Baring down with ropes of pearls & baskets of emptiness
And the sharp cut of destruction knocking
at once aware of the
magnetic awakening found in the paper-thin cooing of small things
To feel it all churning, grinding, riddled & intent
As a inky sleekness looms , spreads
To not understand or believe in evil, yet to taste that bitter root
Shielded for a brief spell,
A brief captured spell here in this Oz-curtained human truth
Stay, nestled in this winged sureness
Stay
Sleep
And may this tangerine veil linger forever between
