It Is No Longer Early Days

the streets are interconnecting and shrinking

and the dazzling is retreating

nestled in the many valleys like

snow

there are some residual daunts

missing the first five minutes

avoiding eye contact

and wandering in off the street

i went to see the candles

rows and rows of languages underneath the melody line

darkness

there was a cretin angel warming her hands at the blaze

a half-lit bronzed flickering flat blank face

diligently relighting the wicks as they drowned themselves in liquid wax

with a fearfully straw-like but long flint

in front of the khrusificksion

and the occaisional crazed caw from her friends in the back

surrounded by awe and latin and organ

i was sitting next to the woman with breathing difficulties

home up the hill

against the black rainwater

streaming down the footpath

jittery spatters of light pass under my feet as I pass the lamposts

rain to remove my makeup and shame

grace has found me as I am, she has a piano and she knows my secrets now

i have a job interview on friday.