Stars wheel in the water,giddy whirl of green flameblazing at prow and stern,sentinels burning seaof darkness visible but do not hide your fires,lone light in this abysswhere compass needles spin,cloying cyst where I floatadrift on shining darkwaves, lost in hail-mingled star frost, sending sensesout across silent glassof confused reflections:forces that bind, createorder, hidden in greenglimmer …
Mist gathering with the sparrow song, seeping into the winter silence left by the nightingale, even the trees bereft, frost coating grass-blades in suits of glass armour, and her eyes guarded as the cloud-cloven sun, tired, bitter-pale, a rose frozen. A sky painted in the grey of wolf-fur, stretched and strangled and pinned to stars …
Clouds shrouding San Gabriel peaks warp with burning force amassing in the ink-depths where darkness seeks, eats stars, meets night’s hellfire passing. I thought those cliffs steel-infused rock until the crudely carved crag-words began to melt, their stories unlock in time’s inferno of lost chords. All the world is ice and flaming fame that blazes …
