standing

for Lincoln Austin

we were shown the bones

of a 20ft diamond

how something

could be born into →

yet orphaned from ←

its own light

a cage turned inside out

like the shirt of a geometric god

offers its freedom for yours

even stones wilt at this angle

mirrors all teeth in your reflection

safety in the radiance of its core

that blinks the lost language

of a diving bell without water

we trust in what we see

only until it sees us

our personal horizons

neatly coiled in a drawer

before one swallows the key

belonging to the other

your smiling head

on its quantum pillow

itself asleep in fluid dimensions