Gnarly spaces of blank prosody effaced with September's pole dance tilting away from a cold sidereal indifference and our sun receding in the distance the empty space has negative curvature concavity of downhill gravity at the end of a set refractor telescope -viewing from the wrong end life fading away On the trail, light gray feathers strewn like warped snowflake clocks the body of life is absent with the hawk thermals somewhere Aztecs live not here where God sets transparent images like valleys and islands aircraft inhabit together so colors run together like visions of tomorrow The smallest ripples on otherwise dead calm water belying currents below and wind above mountains and temperature changes find it difficult to catch a breath beyond the borders of a season setting in the star growing smaller from clouds in a forest dream A seal risen above the noise watches a boat approach engine echoes in its realm are noises for submersion ears with cold, dark water and skies reflecting the weight of something and nothing vast content of melted glaciers flowing to night The blanket of life layers stony extrusions from the sea humans too, push it aside with machines, drills and fire even so rainwater flows downhill with echoes of yesterday In September the pole tilts away from the sun receding in the distance an empty space has negative curvature the concavity of downhill gravity is at the end of a refractor telescope viewed from the wrong end life fading away On the trail, the dei, gray feathers strewn like warped snowflake clocks the body of life is absent with the hawk thermals somewhere Aztecs live not here where God sets transparent images like valleys and islands aircraft inhabit together so colors run together like visions of tomorrow The smallest ripples on otherwise dead calm water belying currents below and wind above mountains and temperature changes find it difficult to catch a breath beyond the borders of a season setting in the star growing smaller from clouds in a forest dream A seal risen above the noise watches a boat approach engine echoes in its realm are noises for submersion ears with cold, dark water and skies reflecting the weight of something and nothing vast content of melted glaciers flowing to night The blanket of life layers stony extrusions from the sea humans too, push it aside with machines, drills and fire even so rainwater flows downhill with echoes of yesterday and its fading leaves awaiting frosty reprieve for continuity to break importunate convection and try again next year. and its fading leaves awaiting frosty reprieve for continuity to break importunate convection and try again next year.
