The Beast - Mary Halvorson

Focus on the other

Each of them

Without falling

And or closing

And or finding

Your time

Her magnitude

Catches flame

It must be

The stars

They all shrink

And or try

The beast

Ascends

The ramp

You smile vaguely

Then retreat

Walk

And or crawling

And or loping

In the dark

Step

Toward the edge

Of the dive

Copper on liquid

It must be

The stars

You roll down

A small hill

On the other side