Lost & found

I walk on bones &the path whispers, 'blood'. Stuck between inside & outthere is no time of day I walk behind your beforelisten to the tinkling of the bells. The Angel of the Moonwatches you sleep: perfection is a wordminted for you. Stranger’s jostleno attention to detail: your detail is diminishedthere is no up or down I’ve turned from loveinto the deep unknown echo of this.