The moon came up
Rode a rough trail
Through a gravel bed
Of stars

Cries of the insect world in darkness
Beyond the boundary of caring
Oppressive beating wings, like fever

Smothered flames, smoke
And the lights are clearer
Shall I wish on you
Or curse
I offer stony silence

My separateness
My nakedness
You  touch the pulse of God
As blessing
While I suffer