Untouchable

I am dead in bright sunlight
Throwing rocks at the endless edge
My cold eyes lie in a blindfold of plight
As the vast space stretches in arcs
Like a mystery rune in eternal sight.

To nudge the traces of bone shadows
Is all I yearn of this black-misted glide
But hurling awry cries at this vague face
Is my only path to the chimes of your night.