gone and more gone my going
in too much snow without rubies.
my breath is a pike
in a stream…
churning in frigid whorls
of unbelievable
Beatitude.
crisp air dangling from a yellow star
with all the blue in the world
perpetual.

gone and more gone my going astray
into the wilds of my Destiny…
slumbering ‘neath the void like a dragon’s egg
in a hammock of all
Calm.