as if by chance
what sun is this I dream of?
how quick it spins it\'s coins and coils it\'s neck.
no space to turn the monochromes of light.
each in vain tomorrows fondest song
a relentless sound of dawns unanswered calls.
what kingdom this that barks one evensong?
the yellow bones of cryptic clues
love letters drifting sideways with the flesh of something new.
as if by chance
where heaving stones
drag their tails through a wind-chimes cotton breasts.
each purple rose
each frantic hand
each brighter than each unintended sin
now aches their pretty fingers through a scream
pointing south to where heaven
lives and breathes four cycles
with transparant views of all who cannot see.
as if by me
what day is this I dream of?
how quick it spins it\'s coins
and coils it\'s neck;