Arbitration

Filament considered burnt when whisped to
an ash of light a cingle sinder snift from
centered darkness and
faded like a gel cut light line to
a single moment of data
a sharp sliver of - just barely -

A catacomb lifts up dark nights and dripped

Perhaps I should begin again

In a filament's fire symbols shiver out
in dust and ash and dripping wax symbols shiver out
In each line you misread, in the smith waterman of stars

I forget when thrip, drip, slip
I forged a symbol shivered in stone and out smith sharp silver into a single moment