In winter darkness, the Baghdad Arabian keenblue deepness of the piercing lovely January winter’s dusk-it used to tear my heart out, one stabbing soft star was in the middle of the magicalest blue, throbbing like love- i saw maggie’s black hair in this night-in the shelves of Orion her eye shades, borrowed, gleamed a dark and proud vellum somber power brooding rich bracelets of the moon rose from our snow, and surrounded the mystery.