| Glasses are broken and the night is seen in corollas of eyes and the milk is drunk out of these flowers you talk like pebbles and my voice ripples on your skin of water and the light that streams out of the earth with ductile fingers splatters your hair with slivers of day through these seams the sun piercing the blind unseals your eyes scattering splinters of green You've drunk the night and spilled the seeds of daylight |
| Splinters |
 |