at ten before The New Day
i formed familiar steps and
curled among and around
icicles frozen as stone--grown
as thorns, i found the little
one, flicked him on the
nose and begged, "Colour and
play drove me this far. Do
you still want to go?"
I turned around and looked
within my World Of Mirrors
and watched myself disappear.
I love you all,
Stephen.
