Special heat and frantic need.
These are the edges of my world.
There might have been more.
Or less.
Or nothing.
But now there is a peace
That comes with release
Of claws and hooks and reek
Some beauties fade to the beholder
And others never really take
Even if you try hard
From far off you can feel a change
A chance
Breezing and Light
What will it be
That next fills your
Night
