Jittery Quiver

A restlessness glazed
Then propped up to dry,

A mirror image
Gently warped in dense silence,

That slow, drawn out second
Before the stuttering,

Caught by a jittery quiver,
A misguided thought,

That 3am flutter,
The brief blurring of sense,

A melting aurora
In a pixelated pinch,

A quick knuckle crunch,
A miswired spark,

As stars start dancing
Through the skylight

And the frivolous
Moments all blink,

Things sink
And then rise,

A deep breath
Then a sigh

Elongated.