Hits and runs
polar nights
and midnight suns.

Mining the shining, 
in thrall
to oblivion.

Displacements 
misplacements
catches hell.

Emblazons 
the dead.

Jolts howling 
at the wind 
enshrined in its din. 

Turns about wound
in play of hand

taunts the void
my balky hologram.

Floods the drain
all love and pain -
The weeping cross.

A pig's eye.
Bleed it dry!