Did the light outsider praise you?
A painful blow, to the backbone.

The implied pattern of conspiracies.
Ruined. Light. Familiar.

My animal is changing arrangements.
Leaves in a storm. A murmuration.

What is trust?
Some old woman has hands.

The implied blow is a time thing.
Trembling. Certain. Forms that mumble.

But then the whole woman comes apart.
One or two stars will fall.

It’s not a decision one makes.