Dove on the palisades
Answering questions regarding
a storms direction , about rust colored grassland leaning east , sweet gum cones dropping from the mother tree
We are moving forward together with weakness hidden and exposed
Electrical particles temporarily en masse to be released at physical death
Screaming with ever higher velocity , an instrument in the hands of virtuosity
Timpani rumble across the Indian river
The thirst for life quenched in laden tears , slivers
of our eternal carriage drawing closer* ...