Charms of Light

The science of misconceiving the forest
is a finger in the mouth
language of the croupier’s
velvet slide, of shoe

Where night is silken and oceanic
I pay myself back
for every offense
an embarrassment of riches

Before guilt takes its cut
twins follow me everywhere
in a gesture free of divinity

To have more eyes than I could ever use
and a boat to float away on
to guide by stars
to run aground and flee
to run aground and flee