Crickets chirping
A pulsating veil
Beyond which silence knocks
Heat seethes from baking rocks
Alive in this aching
Swathed in hot spring's cocoon
Crushed **** steeping
Nurturing her hushed bleeds
Wonder's womb weeping
A carrion bird perching,
Unsated, wails

Might we not linger
Longer here a while
Within this silken web we've woven
All yester's threads cling soft
The spindle, rusted & golden, lies
This finifugal hold dead hopes oft have
Time's sinews blinkering prospecting eyes
Might we not linger
Convenience sighs

Becalmed
Suspended in brackish undulations
Dunes shield this lagoon speculation
From seething currents

With intermittent vision tinted sepia
Apeborn questions exerting rigid apertures
Hinted insights rose unfurling thorns
Reason never deeply touching you
How incrementally are humans
Ever so defective
Instruments of
Truth

Sultry days
Lustrous beads
Drip from hanging papaya
Glistening like
Amber teardrop earrings

Amid the rubble
Of four dim millennia peeled back
A square of carved steatite lay
Lifted
Gently as a gossamer hope
To reveal
That mythic beast
A single horn curving
From its striated head
Whose fame reached Grecian ears
From Indus bed
Across miles & years
Leaving an inkmark murmur