pages turn the world.
as in weight with a full load,
page turn and skin burn,
kingdoms of the wild,
all favor the queen,
She is to be followed,
By strange masses,
Covered in
pyre ash,

Holy riders of wind, crisp and grey,
Vanish over the clouds,
Derelict an missing limbs,
Somberly moving in collapsible
movement.
They tip-toe the equator,
between existence and chaos.