Angel of chaos, bait
of madness poised
between two worlds,
two selves where the
boundaries meet: gouts
of energy, shattering
resonances, sudden
fear: exposed
and nameless, swimming
for dear life surrendering
to the deep water,
the well-spring. Witch
of softness, of steel
conjuring me to the quiet
eye of swirl; witch
of shards, heart
of broken mirrors
calling me to nest
among your edges,
mine, joined fully out
of time for one real
moment only, may I?
How to channel it,
how, how to channel
it clear?