Thoughts ornament
the sphere of waves
no longer standing
its own weight
Momentum of the fall
falls on momentum
down the crumbled
leaning on the dust
Eye of a pin
settles below
prairie of storm
the newly born
left the incomplete
Dark petals
scatter abroad
a heaven inverse
never again
seen
Young roots
inhale the depth of
a battered dawn.
4/22/2017, Boca
