Shadowfax

We ate blackberry-pie under the stars.
On our backs, bathed in the distant light,
we read a story. 
It was about Good and Evil. 

They raised their swords, 
galloping into the rising sun. 
Because only something sharp and terrible, 
was pure enough.   

To unfold, 
is to be beyond breaking, 
or at least, to be beyond incohesion. 

To unfold 
is to watch the stars 
and wait, 
wait for them to take a shape.  

A horse ready and rearing,
made of burning points, 
and full of everything in between.