I Drank The Moon

I Drank The Moon

must, i rest

          aligning my spine, each

fractal of self glittering 

my cohesive fabric, coming

          together into a tapestry

pieces chinking in place

          interact like dragon scales

remarkable, that single solitary

     piece of broken glass on the mountainside

or the song and dance of the crimson blush

     blissfully sweeping the valley

  tonight     ,      must 

i rest