Darkness of heaven,
beyond the moon’s painting
over my pale weariness,
I rest my fading body into your night.

I lay upon you
the sheer force of will
by which I hold together
this patched, unpainted frame.

How easily I could fly apart,
abandoned by gravity,
into a thousand pieces,
just glassy shards of flesh.

Must I then
be swept away
as shattered debris
of dust and ashes?

Or might I,
from every glinting fragment,
each threatening splinter,
still glitter persistently?