Your whitelight flashes the frost to-night
Moon of the purple and silent west.
Remember me one of your lovers of dreams.

all battles ceasing
during evening's frosty glare,
heaving into jet-black,
kinetic light marred night open.
"outgoing, probably.."
questions raising soldiers tickingheartbeat
until voracious whitelight xplains.
yesterday, zeal and blood caromed, deadly,
erratic, for...god...
hours. i just keep
learning more nightmares
overandoverandover.
peace...quiet...rarely
surviving things under
vicious weather,
xcept yule's zest
abolishes
****** christmases.

The man with moonlight in his hand
Has nothing there at all
The priest is surely right
Don Quixote Wetheral

But the view is whitelight glowing
Radiates my soul
I rest and keep unknowing
Don't think. Just look. Behold!

The heavens hallow holy
The church. The grass. The deer.
When I die, grassy knolly
Whisper in her ear:

               Aqui. Aqui.
        He loved you hear.