There's light thieving in
street light, home-light and moon;
it's quiet here and cool
but I wish it would rain
blend-light further blurred
is guest, not thief
There's a feast downstairs
a quiet consumption
of demand and request
a chewing out with burst
and a resolution with smile
You in your infinities
I in my dust-speck
We in familiarity
Gossamer of a kind
