Jonti

In the crisp seclusion

Timid impulses hidden and turned

Dormant possibilities

Compromised and shadowed and turned away

In this suspension

This pre-pubescent age

The very real question of what will remain at the thaw

I don't know

Somewhere in the middle

I stood standing

I didn't know it but I'd never understand it, no

There's no explanation

There's no answer

Lines crooked like the center of your hands and oh

I see it now

It's brighter when the lights are out

Behind the closed door

It's turning off and on

The light from below blinks true

It blinks true

And what does it say to you?

I see that raw spark sinking

The faded blinking and the big man winking at you