even now the glorious juniper sprawls in the

damp new haze and shimmers in confusion of

beauty, entangled in the muted coil of

excellence, drowsy eruption of uncanny

perfection so early in the morning , more

brilliant than rapture of shark bite, blush


awakening flush with stars in terrible flights of

blundering awe jamming a kiss down your soul

at the speed of such mornings....capsized

again in the seeming and wonderflux, anointed

in the palm of a dim shard of what the **** ?

even now the glorious bloom of dizzy life is half

an hour's drive

from how we live.