Tag: poetry

does this signal our end now that the machine god has begun to feel

dark before dawn the spring moon darts from tree to tree

an old man dancing by the silent river maybe you’ll sing to me one day

prep the dream with flesh and summer’s breath

of thumb bones cracking and the rhythmic nuance

the collective conscience drowns in the opheliac dusk

dark before dawn crows scavenge from the virgin river

the spring sky undressed revolts with lightning and fire

flesh and sea at harmony the picture perfects itself

hummingbirds guide as I take aim after dawn