Twilight 

firmament tuned contour
while below recessed stars,
thoughts dim into how a home
can acutely reside by cobalt light,
those invisibly aqueous pleas diffused
to cold sense imagined, while closer at hand,
paroxysmal memory indebted to passing
tense terrain, the fluid thought of each
inevitable heart where depthful loss
submerges across the throat, pours
forth back as a figured identity