The sun sets the red west ablaze, the east darkens to deeper shades.
Virgin green heads lie
in between know nothing and say nothing
and now the nether looms large
on the shallow forest of thought.
A lagoon of time
A Basho frog sleeps on the shore, silenced
by submerged vibrations of Moloch
The very name nestled in its bosom
unable to be replicated by shades, just names;
Iron aye-aye claws
Disgendered cole.
Stars fight the night
Flashes run from far and join.
The storm's desultory violence
has not color but a voice;
The sound of absent light.