The Beast

Focus on the other
Each of them
Without falling
And or closing
And or finding
Your time

Her magnitude
Catches flame
It must be
The stars
They all shrink
And or try

The beast
Ascends
The ramp
You smile vaguely
Then retreat

Walk
And or crawling
And or loping
In the dark

Step
Toward the edge
Of the dive
Copper on liquid
It must be
The stars

You roll down
A small hill
On the other side