Fried Fish

Little shimmers
Of Silver
That disappeared
into the shadowy depth
As a school of my conscience
Quivered dimly
Like shortening shadows
Into the unknown
Receding hairlines of light
Leave me bald, brave, bright
As haloes of my transgression
Pierce the shadows
Of my moth-eaten
Cocoon of Conscience
Liberating my tethered wings of Desire
That sweep me
Into the sweet heart of darkness
And lying in my wake
Wing-swept
Upturned
Broken
Shattered
Shards of
Little Shimmers of Silver .....