somewhere it was written

across night--which's the very

same night that appears at the

end of day.

which's the very same day that

has always contained night.

whereon day will be driven out,

there will be no portent of this

banishment--just what is written

across night.

day forced to perpetually read

what it can not reveal.

Shofar wedged back into the idle

skull of an antelope.

an Alpha roar is lifted

& dropped down on this wilderness

once.

as the predation of aloneness

disperses.

its raw throat rations the meal

of a first ****--with no one but Self...

because something died when born.

as every re attached to that born,

feeds Omega.

listening ears forage for pendant

tongues--almost too stingy for

salts of sight, riding a pale horse

of touch.

careening off a cliff where that

pale horse's hooves will timeout

its neigh--digging down at the

porridge of a moonlit clearing.

as trees rebound from their clan--

to close in on the phenomenon of

descent.

root by root, only to look up again.

endowed.

a raven lays prone before

a remote tree line--flapping

its wings & kicking its feet

like old clay animation.

taught as thirteen black

leather hides passing as the

sky above.

it came up from the earth to

furiously swim across the

ground.

having become the splintered

dolor of shadow--a sun's

standstill, its one off solidities

of self-reflection.

held to secondariness.