aDarkerMind

Steadfast Into Another World

steadfast into another world

it is there I breathe as canterbury tales.

exiled as one bereaved by jealously

there are no end of means this travelogue

each stage as bright as I among the fleeing antelope

now both are real

we two sons\' carved from stone 

at home among the mongrels 

where the gold-men syphon blood from my spiders knees.

all apples leave their mark

this side of life where the smallest cities sleep.