SHARDS

The orb stains yellow,
With impudent pain,
That hurts where I walk,
In dreams across,
The diamond-studded sky,
Of shards strewn aground,
That twinkle overhead,
Embracing my gaze,
Across the breath of incense,
An interminable haze,
In an inverted world,
Through upturned eyes,
Their Gorgon sight,
In my repose, does recline.

--GS