{re}construct

change is a naughty miracle

a bewitched looking glass

a drunken spell uttered while asleep

a dare to the gremlins

creeping in the lingerie

clinking tin cans with their chandelier shards

still, a flight plan emerging

headlight's breath clearing

soft words become echos quite brighter than might

and the change becomes changeling

living and learning

breathing and yearning

till the next naughty night