Black ink and sunbeams poetry

Rudy eye,
your crescent beak affixed,
deviations of despair keep
your confidence

forested,
the world-shard,
withering, falls away,
sea grass,
grasping at your fingertips
turns its face,

our lamplight,
swallowed,
becomes a beacon,
manifestations of things
lost and discarded
springing into to being,
slip,
through clasped hands,
beyond supplication,
away from you