A Leak In The Safe

You can’t shoot it you can’t shoot
A thing like that something that
Should have died in my youth a
Charged object of lost innocence
Reflection absorption refraction the
Rustic belle who led me into the woods
With a strange rude tenderness invested
With the light of another world
Untrammeled by the limits of space
And time jarring crazily and yawing
All over