Illogical Transformations

This miss
insists
on guessing
what it was
before
it missed—

This hit
desists
before its
cruelty
can resist
a kiss—

This sky
defeats
the eye
it darkens
with its
light—

This moon
entombs
a forest
by the absence
in its
arms—

This sun
becomes
the river
it must
out run
to disappear
 Into an
emptiness
we comfort
with our
care for
everything
we fear—