A Thought takes Shape

short, sharp, jumpy fin-
stubbed, trigger-happ-
stunted, jagged, stuttering fingers,
pointed, solid, triangular, bony joints.

Building cube-like, block-type,
stacked one-on-another boxes,
towering rectangles that stretch,
and catch the eye with every twitch.

fixed ears, boxed passages,
jagged slopes, gradual mountains,
stashed cinders, old tails and tags,
all to render your mouth asunder.

To mass my thoughts:
how often does the sun glint
past the eye into our sense of happiness,
when does the morning mist comfort
the nose as well as our inner cloud?