I've gone phonetic

parched partition
graceful vision and the beyond
arch of sunlight
mysteries in windshields
clouds and swarms

in the quiet
with the ghosts
and blankets
when you whispered about
the things that made you

before we'd died
when everything was new

i'd taken a photograph
arch of sunlight
stretched the colors i'd collected
and someone called it ruin
and someone saw the words
i'd meant to write
stole them
made them his own
and later i'd find them
turn him to stone.