Albus 

Past sleeps,
what was done
when fallen
down wind before, 

grisaille ground
sky continues upon,
terra shades hued
autonomous sounds 

where from feather
born accords
diaphanous clouds,
villous laminae, 

eburnine gravity-
a personal baffled
to a loose ensemble
of lucid bones 

astride stillness,
suspired spaces in
a fallible chronology
flown on to darken.