binary sequential
this glide of seconds
in a slow blink

chorus
of shadows
behind the screen

the dark satin worlds
thoughtlands
bending like a head wind
in dune grasses
and naked dark seas
dancing with the froth of
clouds misted
and cool

perforations
of light
penetrating
soft as a touch

tender remonstrances
stipple
edged

dancing in the sprinkler
puddles
an upside down day
bejewelled
like a fallen crown