untrue north's

chronic darkness

sinks into the

soft spot of the

newborn savior's

skull.

a beast growing

thorns from his bones,

depetaling a rose-mind.

picking up on the scent

of rot.

lets out a muffled cry,

hidden among the latest

twist of crooked trees.

there's a desolation

that's lost on place--

a distinct body of being

consumed by nonbeing.

the excised Heart of a

mirror.

a thinning air that draws lines

of transparency.

where if one's existence

is reflected--they will never

be seen or heard from again.

stained a dark

purple, the parch of a

cast out hole--plastered

with scales.

a serpent stiff as a staff,

lither than the cookery of

of mid made noon, made

desert.

got drunk on poison spit.

wintered ethers that clapped

warmth out of its trance.

gliding down & up mountains,

while memorizing skies--dumb

to total blankness.

dark on course with purple,

purple on course with dark.

by default, there is no clever

line for a serpent.

where it is impelled to inhabit it

again.

as a shed skin.

& ex-pire.

though it does.

super 8 film

of entwined

offerings left

running.

pre-opened...

though at rest.

more overarching

than what films

their inevitable

opening.

a crow & a raven

meltdown into the

hollows of a jack-o-lantern's

eyes.

as an overthrown flock

of blackbirds hone in on

an orange blip,

over a rooftop.

leaking mascara down

a jack-o-lantern's

hollows.

kernels of corn

detach themselves

from the cob

of some kind of

Sun.

to necklace the

over-shed of

moonshine.

circle-yell,

full.

October is more

than a recurrence.