a diamond inside?
no. perhaps- diamonds are cold
a light?
a lantern – a voice
both entwined
for I know
you know
all that is right
to escape this hole
but worn as clothes
(on the outer skins)
the comfort of fur
to spurn the world
to flash color
when there is none.

we know the clock ticks
for the real clock has an end
not a loop
not a circle
but a cliff
into-
but then looking back
where might that origin be
back there
darkness- then a crawl
then a dance
then a life
perhaps romance,
and there here alone
on that edge
as that light
moves to the next.