The sun sets the red west ablaze, the east darkens to deeper shades.
****** 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 *****
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.