She's a sudden star,
Instant, devouring fiery thin vapors,
The mists of molten suns,
White and gun metal.
You're the tiny atom flare
Flying from the friction,
Like a slight whisker
Under the hot foam
And the steel blade.
You've found the gap for your stained-glass shard,
The pattern engulfing you under the moon tides,
Pulling you and the other pebbles
Into the elusive ubiquitous ocean.