::GLOBE::
I. Overcast
A palely perfect ring around a
Swirled silver mantle
And a core of deep white:
The moon was his eye in photographic negative.
II. Atmosphere
I sense the layers
Of a body, a mind, a soul --
I fall toward the cynosure
Where I can finally breathe.
III. Condensed
The world
Is still.
Distilled.
Is taken.
Overtaken.
Is essence.
Quintessence.
Is a drop of breath on glass.