Light of God
Slices, slivers and shards Something I cannot name Shoved away in crevices Waiting to play the game Stones with ore-dipped hues Keeping secrets I do not own Weighted down by centuries All puffed up now, and grown Streaming strident Light of GodThe purest, whitest breathCovering all who creep and climbCrushed down to certain death Footsteps …