here come the real                    and the snakes
and everything hurts, here on earth,
till it hurt's you
out of place...
where
blue skies howl
our name -
where the seething intention
is stalled
in a comet's hatred...   and
eating the miracles
howling in the amber brain
of a fossil
OF
a golden honey-ant, frozen in too much wrong place at the wrong time
like a delicate whisper of deep scars where                 never been looking
and to notice -
is to weep...

are the same