The Absence of Wavelength

Gripped/Daft Master

Cleaving diamonds          immense.
         Shaken gems          -in and out-          focus.
Slack-grip~          rough beauty          ~could-slip,
                             stabbed.
                             Dull knife hovers
                             in dull light.

                   Wrap the cloth.
         Store the lens.
Divide beauty,
Bloody,          thick-hands
         -another day-          Immense
                   diamond potential          will not cede
                             to the daft master.

10.1.23
10.7.23

I’m not your master of words, barely
approach my own
devices.

What it’s like taking awarded poems to next level, ready for inspection under a new light. Can’t approach.
Might lower case it all, more, edit It’s a baby; I’m its castrator in the back of a smooth limo.