Mumble through a labyrinth world--

A cacophonous lyre's stringing.

Sheep in wolf's clothes--

Are half as dangerous--as

My sorry symphony.

In the tiger-fur rarity of your singing, ember-sky eyes

Ghost stars crumble their memories over morning.

The trickster god pays respects when we smile our mutual challenges--

Crosses her rays from one side of earth to the next,

Looking for a collision.