just a click, and there is darkness  
interrupted by flickers,  
each stained glass facet of the lampshade echoes:  
"a poet once wrote ice is a roof over waves
I see winds push wall clouds
fires singe deep shadows into logs
a river that is a moving reflecting pool
and what lies unseen  
beyond the rim of a cave carved into earth  
is shelter..." 
and it is in between the ellipses that I slip,  
dream after dream  
exploring the ferramenta
each turn a new horizon