Spear
(for KK.)
I am the window's
pane of glass, sky-
stained like the eye's
lens refracting
the mind's heart
into future tenses.
I am the sublime
force wind deploys
to shuffle cards,
invisible, howling,
flying one by one
away: fate's inevitable
lacunae, the missing
pasts. I am
the hidden point
of infinity in the vase's
void. Essentially
I am you, Arjuna,
prince victorious
crowned in happiness.
Now steady both
hands on the spear
and await the arrival
of time's flaw.