Softly off, and an abrupt and angular fingernail generously-both-gently l-i-n-g-e-r-s.. to trail against an unfathomable shadow
As though nowhere else to go but for absolutely everywhere else in this whole-wide (eyed) night Of hers
 
Is that you, Our dearest deathly Vincent? Knockin’ atop of her extracurricular window a-gain and matching her pane for transparent intelligence
Hellbent-both-sent to seek out her visceral vision
And to stick it to the moon to illuminate.