were continuous in mantis ocean when the
vitality thunder the arrive of sky and
plait it raw-red until aligned with
shapeliness
if what you see instead resolve
a thoughtless instant of time before the circled
trees by storm’s advent or canter
with grief to the glacial whir
of gears admitted to wheels within wheels and
the moon with its heaving glance stupid
in love and topped off with bitter cups
of heaven’s calamity
walk the wander silly boy floodgates let loose
the warmth we shared as water fled between gabled storms that
burn the world’s roots inside-out you and me in pursuit
through migrant shade
with a magic telescope spy on thanatos where’s the
sanity in calculating time now scribble a face now the
wrong kind of nose how we hoped to see ourselves in yesterday’s
borrowed light a scene written to completion when
it became night when we became spirits in the rain
counting purple shells.
what’s the point in calculating time it struggles underfoot
with the hint of dry-rust hangs on our ink-stained
palms a cinnamon scent of sand the end result
of sublimation what about or about or discover parables
in coins listen with sharp ears to a foreign orchestra in
preparation of pre-hibernate myths
our margined souls carve
the darkness
without which the world would
secretly falter
when the sun becomes
a face will we fold ourselves
into wings and fly
over anonymous seas
?
that fall from the sky born of one gravity
and thrust into another simultaneously both
dense and light a confusion of mass gifted
by people we’ll never meet whose spirits
are plaited in jackknife rows across
blood-red soil or drifting in thinnest
atmosphere these selfless aliens beyond
terrestrial concept who found purpose in
darkness who reached for black
blossoms in the basins of dried canals and
unearthed the miracle of shoes who could
have kept the shoes but chose to give
them away
