Crack of Dawn

Homage to Onomatopoeia

A bifurcation, sudden silence,

crystal shattering on eyelids — a wince.

Darkness indeed visible, stark and cold.

Stone and porcelain, granite, water and steam.

A refraction, a line from Pynchon or Rand,

Claps of voices — words bewildering,

Wild, infuriating.

An x-ray of my mind.