Motionless within the ambit of moon,
the rain squirms and flickers
under the street light
in the vacuous silence of a monolith.
A cricket walks on a cloud
and starts the lightning.
The urn was blind,
fills up with grief.
The goddess climbs out of rainbow
and accepts the message of fireworks.
After the pain, there was frigidity.
The lips will not move
under the mortgage of unvenerable words.
An innocent deal was brokered
with stings about the truth of the wasp.
