Dissolution

like they'd laid

that silver trail themselves, that

snake-child of soil and moon,

they

—turn back

      —strain dim fingers

towards the roomless roof,

     the fading, merging

           with them—

to see the way they've made, they—

sense arrival, or

tense for more

departure, as

one from the other — the geode frac /

         tures / the shatters of the

           glim shades, glinting,

                refracting into

                   mist, to—