Bundles

The room at two in the morning, and the equalizer wrapped around your picture on the same kick.

Split light lying in ribbons across the far wall, and the cut-glass bezel that threw it there.

The sky being dragged around a dark centre, and the ring of curved glass with the same gravity in it.

Gold dust rising through a dark hall, and the circlet that sits — does not spin — across the top of your picture.

The channel nobody is on, and the clean cyan ring that keeps failing beautifully in front of it.

Cherry petals falling through a plum dusk, and the same petals riding a slow current around your picture.

The telescope's deep field behind you, and three small moons keeping their own orbits around your picture.

Serpent skin at rest across the banner, and the serpent itself taking its own tail around your picture.

The air above a fire that burned down an hour ago, and the flames that stand on your ring and climb.

Snow coming down through the blue-grey dark, and the collar of faceted ice that was drawn to stand in it.

The monitor writing its trace across the dark, and the ring beating to the rhythm it is writing.

The vault where the gold never set, and the band of molten gold it was drawn for.