Star Blanket

My star blanket wooly and studded with light
its fibers smoke-scented across time burned
God is crying
God is dripping round the sides of the bowl
spilling down to me
and I go blank
receiving this channel of snow

Something golden leaves me
with a splash
I move like a giant
across the pastel island
it is only a sliver of star
with a small temple
where we weld these strands
of lucifer
and weave