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