11-25-2016, 01:46 AM
Beyond the gill, eponymous assemblies
of worms begin their spiral dance.
Twilight slips from kneeling cattle.
A yawl of dew and stars
rolls sawyers of mist.
Fungal soft, a prow of light rises
for sailing winds.
Here where the mossy earth is mired
I also scud upon a goodly rot.
The moors are still moon-shod.
Stump grass murmurs in a soft-lipped wind.
Beneath the rims and ruts pods crack open.
Baptizing gods emerge with the newborns,
pinchers clutch at sky-blind prayers.
of worms begin their spiral dance.
Twilight slips from kneeling cattle.
A yawl of dew and stars
rolls sawyers of mist.
Fungal soft, a prow of light rises
for sailing winds.
Here where the mossy earth is mired
I also scud upon a goodly rot.
The moors are still moon-shod.
Stump grass murmurs in a soft-lipped wind.
Beneath the rims and ruts pods crack open.
Baptizing gods emerge with the newborns,
pinchers clutch at sky-blind prayers.