Nightcrawler

Poised as on a spire, a pistol
levelled square at midnight
Swallow-blue, tail like calligraphy

Still; the dark's stray eyelash
Then, as a bulb unexpectedly blows,
from this to moving

Not leap after leap
but leap heaped on leap
leap squared, cubed, leap
to the power of leap then
*bamf!* He teleports.
Smoke blossom.