put p(l)ainly

were we ever
more than mutual mis-
understanding?

tiny bright
pinpoints, or

pieces of a past
constellate my
black internity.

i felt sunlight, today
but only in a
first few layers.

i smiled back
from outside edges.

from a great twilight horizon.

from a silhouetted façade
mirage-masked across
a sea of empty p(l)ains.