a long flight down from the crown of the north in between the night and the sky singing songs of clouds and joy while following a pillar of fire invisible to human eyes
she walked on sand with me our feet naked open on black against night we walked between the sea and moonlight and spoke only of little things we talked of kelp, sandcastles, anemone, dreams
the words themselves have less meaning than the vision of indigo starlight apparitions making love under the arms of an oak tree on a humid june midnight to the sound of cricket moans
they took off my skin and cut out my eyes they cut off my head arms my thighs parts is parts its quite a surprise when it happens to you and you find yourself hanging on hooks in a room without a view
birds surround me a riot of sound and songs whirling around like a swirl of leaves rising skyward into the realm of dawn where everything is light and nothing is wrong
memory is the elephant who forgets you year by year and leaves you lost in the waterholes of your mind eating lotus flowers and dates and wrestling with time
i shook to the beat of drums in the dark and rhythms in my head while others were singing around the pyre and someone was dancing with the fire and everyone was screaming for the dead
i had lost sight of her all pale skin and eyes full of everything all at once desperately elusive i could still smell her in the thick air in the thick night my ears ringing with memories of voice my feet bleeding unimaginable silhouettes onto grass as i ran
there's a devil in the tree all ancient eyes and teeth and it's been in there since the beginning it watches and it waits and it plots your despair and your pain all that is wrong in your world is wrong because of that devil in that tree sometimes I shiver because it's looking at you and sometimes I shiver for me