by a
lamp aside a desk under an oath,
next
to a key near an ignition, she jams
it.
fog rises, his soul knocks, life is
green.
he climbs a ladder, it’s un-biblic,
water
falls into despair. so thirsty. or
unable
to drink, for moisture is absent.
her
face is heaven, chambers are angst,
fury
of foxes wage against his temples.
sundown
glistens. a rainbow shadows.
silence
is excruciating. she tells of pain,
while
alighting a mistake, heaving is so
pure,
or unrated, where wolves are ink!
we
patch skies born adrift as fens melt.
un-pitted
masks, sure flame, re-rinsed!
