traces

gailing winds rippled in a tempest of bile

of bubbling fury and chemical guile

that stole the diamonds from your eyes.

while the winds died;

your blood christalized,

your stillness stabilized,

and floating ghosts materialized

rising from the depths like jetsome

and washing up like

still-smoking-shrapnel

while the rest of you sunk into a current

that I could not follow

though I held your hand as it fell cold.