Darkness

Darkness
A sea of liquid taffeta
Dancing into the winds
Of an ammonia storm

A clot
Of that which we ignore
Of closed mouth and of esophagus
Of buried blood

An eye
Blinking furiously
Staring in utmost idiocy
Into sparks of purple and gold

Darkness
A sea of hands gone astray
Of cold breath behind one's neck
Like an ammonia storm