See what happens When you hold her To the light and shake her She changes forms And flits around the room I do not make her Suddenly I felt heavy And warm all over Like a meeting In the sultry Summer hideaway All covert Like the angels holding congress With the crows Up on Silver Hill Where even God don't go Skittering 'cross the surface Like some water on a hot range There you were in florid glory Telling stories Raging Like someone lighting up the powder With a spark Seems that no one knows the nature Of the Dark Though it's all around us If just one instance Up and flies Through the walls Into the light The prison ain't a prison anymore Is it? Push or pull or tug or shove? How to know which one to love? The leaving or the staying cup I pour?