I leave my voice in the crevice
of the tree
above
the moon rises pale and grim
muted stars drop
in the bowel of my silence
Can time be timeless?
no color
shows up in the soft folds of the brain cramped
with lack of salt . I feed the empty vessel
get into the folds of the brain up through
roof of the mouth that you have forgotten
how
to open
The world moves heavy
on nerve edges –
an eon passes before an image reveals
on cornea
and another falls like a fly from the wall
molecules mix into the health drink
arbitrate between the two fires in my body –
one to keep me warm and coupled to you
another to rise to the gods
earth and sky weld in a blind heat of
dissolution.