christmas

blinding little eyes in the sun
i'll come

now there's a window on the wall
little lights
from the white
unmorbid stones
and the rings of trees
and motionless bees

who sting for rent
and consent

and sparkles fall from
all the way up
to right down here
on a midnight
clear

i'll give you proof
of bells ringing
dry leaves clinging
to the roof

i like knowing it's the truth