Following

The shadows are marking invisible
threads on the white walls

rotating round and round
dangling sparkle
by threads of
iron and steel

a compass the guide
wind winding blowing
shapes that will
never repeat unique

space overspun
in glorified ambiance
the thick track

treading grooves
waterfall and back again
the bars crisscross
a hatch pattern

in the deep dirty earth
mounds like body parts
emerging and digressing

slip in side slide
between
glass and wood frames
without ceilings

its source shining down
to amaze us again
while we look up
vacant
in our own worldly wonder

imagine an infinite explosion
and the light streaming slowly
cast over everything
precious and semiprecious

buffed to a shine
a little leash
to make us submit

to our following