thin wafer canopy

the full code, unbearably
weighed
of the double
has shifted,
fallen abreast
of the north star
ablaze the cold evening fills
and empties
in its walking
the books open to close and the dear
one hangs
up the phone, after
only
hello,
what now, the globe
unravels and leaves me alone
to know what-
the deft maneuvers
of soliloquy, the bracing ,
breakers
of will, branding the spring born
heart, and yet in the swirl
of time
over
even the new worthless moon
a page,
a full sheaf of
glued
beams
filter down
to you love
to me, to
our separate
suffering beings and
log them for next years
little lusts and matchstick heat
and gives these two vacant hands
prophecy, meaning.