milky way

graveyard shift
a deathwatch beetle
                   clocks in

my optic nerves thinning the spaces
        the seen and the unseen

sun-bleached bones—
a white stone on a distant beach
bares my true name

         a moment's hesitation
                               my reflection

after we name trees
darkness drains the forest
of three dimensions

its shape
more fleeting than a teardrop
the match flame