on the outer edge
of a reckless dream
the hour assumed a sanity unsound
it would rush me toward the open end
as is nothing was
revealed
sure as she
summoned a destitute uncertainty
was the calm inside
the torrent’s siege
as this passive farewell followed me
far beyond
its crux divided
to fold mountains into emptiness
it was shown to see
through barren eyes
break this restlessness
and menacing of moons
cried indelibly
the stinging black epistle


