be not
far from the visible
horizon’s charcoal blush
my certain companion dusk
i think you in
thru’ shadowed lattice
fingers
where unkempt weeds
position their thumb
white toes
i ask you to
topple rainbows,
kill such imposing colour
exact night
is shoulder up to
the dream entangled wires
give me your bleak
black pebbled shore
where edges submerge under sleep
continue with perfect
voice, that every word
pours from
be not,
i would
roam aimless
sinister mills
dead meadows
and valley veiled whisperers
a scarecrow
in a blank
field
a whisper
without
throat
manage me thru’ out
aphid infected
summer
worsen me until
the living appear
ghostly
and the crowds
about me
are choked
the beckoner
depart
this place
of fallen
wings
of clocks
interrupted
a
pause
in everyone’s
lung
depart
this room
of falling
atoms
a dream
awaits in
gilded ether
compelled towards
the beckoner
the sleepier more blissful
a feeling, a drowning
sublime that winter is
left to hazard it’s own
finishing
my dream is
beckoned to
undo
yet folded seasons
archive reasons
for waking
i
unravel
still
of
years that
stood
each
counted
month
no exit
finds
me
calendars
drape old
men
no mirror
can have
you escape
nowhere
here is
real
my dreaming
is whispered
to
exact atoms
of shading,
elements of dusk
when minds are
burdened, allow
the forgetful sea in
that childhood murmur
from long grey
playgrounds
of cartwheels and
chasing
vanishes
adulthood is gazed
from, slow
repeating epitaphs
where has time
meandered
to?
and clocks
compelled to
hurry faster
dreaming is
more robust
that winter’s bones
my dream is
taken for
being done
approaches
bee
crowded
larders
all of honey
wander but
lavender is quiet
the enthral
of dusk is
shade amongst us
like charcoal
fingers spreading
their eclipses
of auburn rusts
beginning to
lose ink
orchards of
apple approaches
such spherical blushes
ladders threaded
into where the
pickers are at peril
wasp watchers
rough cider
engines
foragers beneath
skirts
diminish
song of hedges
retreat deeper
into webs
footprint
followers
lessen
quicken
this
slowing
of shadow
that comes
wonderfully quicker
to drown well
the sea
is dark with
edges, of folded
people under
surfaces no
albino star
can witness
the floor fallen
the possession of
yesterday’s ash,
crow complete nights
from frost morning gazes
until lifetime
erases
the sea
residue of
voices, an
insert of the
drowned, no
angel wants
to roam
lie here to
covet more
to recover
to reconcile with dusk,
repeat the sigh
with atoms,
out do the sea’s lung
and
shimmer
in the
past
alliances
so
very drowning
