Capri

Child, she sees
The glory
on a subtle white paper
She kneels
In a kitchen parlor
amidst queer looks and remarks
She Closes her eyes
A closure to the world of ours
Fully shut to sight
And soon
She rolls away the lid
A child's protection
to the unlimit beneath ignorant sunny eyes
She wakes
Eyes missing
In replacement, a captured luminescence
and under close inspection
the concentration of worlds
a black hole of creative loads
Lifted to such elevation
through the sight of this littlest one
Timeless now,
She bleeds
eyes and ears and mouth
pour forth the sepia of a thousand spirits
the ichor of untouchable character
to spritz and flay a subtle white
into a calm white horse
outlined in grey crayon
Horse sufficing this ulterior God
She stays this capricious maelstrom
Ceases this magnanimous ray
Unwinds the play
She sits
Indifferent
Untouched