Here,
in this sheltered hideout,
in this night
when stars migrate
we set traps
for the Pleiades …
for the diamond dust
in a cobalt pond.
Here, in turrets,
our consciousness is heightened
by hearing the hawing
of the shrivelled tones
of the violins of Sirius.
And if ever up here,
God forbid,
the seal of our lives
be broken
and we dissolve
into nothingness,
who would have known us?
Who …?