diecast leaves sheer off

their windblown sounds,

from the concreted spans

of their cycle.

as trees roughen their

sketches for night-callers

come unexpectedly earlier

by the day.

the seductive tips of their knives

flirting with menace, who turn

on a dime to the puncture wounds

of stars.

a globular aftermath for the moon

to split her shell in.

the wild in going her separate

ways coveted a whisperer, secretive

as final exhalations.

breathing back, right in his face--

sent for to walk off the edges of her

unclosing wound.

suffering the terror-growths of

her inward and unanswerable calls.

every moment feeding the pyre of

inner gurus to heal the wild of

her separate ways.

a void can be felt akin to

a spherical ice sculpture,

suspended by space--but

where space cannot follow.

its surface teems with fly-like

suns, where apathy melts and

falls into blackened mouths.

that utter far more torturous

things than thirst, one being:

goodnight...with no relief.

an end as sight, seeing therefrom.

the perceptual spider cracks

of mirrors crawl silver,

through thin cloaks of dust.

trapping and feeding on

glints of light, clarifying

distortions.

jumbled schisms, fragile points

of impact...rearranged.

held together bolts of lightning

that still reflect the whole mirror.

among trees a perfect mound

of earth harmonizes deep into

their song.

a break in the thick of them, wild

with survey and anonymity--that

to a faint heart would repeat thereon:

I Am lost.

its dome is consecrated by moon-milk

midnights, reflecting leaves that shadow

a wind that fits and unfits them into

one another.

yet to the fateful one standing thereon

repeats: I Am found.

this planetary dervish, central

to its obsession, sign and seal...

in the privacy of space blackened

with the hum of orbit.

rendering hole fulfilled by that dance--

all-consuming, a Heart's only thought

in the wash of blood.

vital silhouettes of prayer, as sights set in

the mind's eye...bewildering focus.

concrescence of a crown's expansion,

its pride and joy encircling supreme

nobility.

what undoes bend and knee to grant

a repose that need not be sought after

again.