Sitting on the edge of
many many brinks
of subtle shade to
azurine sunlight.

and a blossoming grey
at the hems of the sky
indicates passion
unwilling to die:

or a plum-explosive
laugh, incompletely
transmogrified into
pathetically cheerful despair.

dancing to dischordant storm,
indifferently enraptured...
by the hum of turquoise air:
grace coldly captured.