Skylight
Hands swapping over hollow rattling cylinders and rustling plastic bags
wrap away merch and mind to sound realms
like rain muting tears, the atmosphere’s soothing sheath
but from effervescent recesses, fissures unevened,
golden orbs bubble and volley contrary
sweeping raucous through calm droplets
and enblazen a cardial pyre
burning one’s aura globular amidst dousing gravity
till death
or beyond
