CHARIOTS OF ENERGY

Chariots of energy!

The glimmer of starry lies

into drums, ears, and hear

I spoke too soon.

SILENCE, TOO

Silence, too, is the ghost.
Beyond feral dream,
shadowed, lost yet fire.
We part, in listless cattle.
For up, and over, our loins
a peak, nor summit,
with ice land echo.
Harvest. Harvest. Harvest.

LANDING

I slipped into watery gates
lightless, soundless, gone with bird.
Here the crystal sphere was radiant,
beyond the wells of tears I had drank
possibly, I made love with fish
the night we dined on the moon.