golden scree

I translate golden whether senseless or

move meaning on itself within

rows of trees separated by light’s

trick adamant with flare and excess

sun widens, dislodges plans below galaxies

well, I knew this could happen

rub the spot and dissolve me

douse the scene, burnt hot heavy

shining flowers, charred stars in another time

place or vista, landscape of temperance

porcelain smooth reflections lull afternoon raft

plan eats its way into dusk

moon hangs cheesily above a house

stars, mutterings, crowds angled between us

so far extinguished, sky’s dirty plate

I clarify with a jab and

mop up, faith is in washing

sign interrogated, a hunch bending earth

doubter under clouds scripting edge down

sun does, of each long mile


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