Eye of the shadow: Summers a physical domain; Winters the silence; Autumns a blanketing of rain; Springs by the comet, greening a galaxy light-wise; Eye of the shadow: Weathers a hollowing of eyes ...
Driftwood on a foreign shore ... Time after time, chasing the shadow, Watching it fly through the open door ... Line after line springs by the comet: Cast into space, who could ask for more?