Dark star crashes
 pouring its light
 into ashes
Reason tatters
 the forces tear loose
 from the axis
 Searchlight casting
 for faults in the
 clouds of delusion
shall we go, 
 you and I
While we can?
 Through
 the transitive nightfall 
 of diamonds
 Mirror shatters
 in formless reflections
 of matter
 Glass hand dissolving
 to ice petal flowers
 revolving
 Lady in velvet
 recedes
 in the nights of goodbye
 Shall we go,
 you and I
 While we can?
 Through
 the transitive nightfall
 of diamonds
 spinning a set the stars through which the tattered tales of axis roll about the waxen wind of never set to motion in the unbecoming round about the reason hardly matters nor the wise through which the stars were set in spin