ReRites (Till The Tide)

I woke up from the unrecorded pride laminating the crowded love painting Flowers, flashed over, wool on the surface of sugar water And high among the geology of liquid I have never found a poem of heron-crested bones folding the white leaves out of light. beautiful they are not enough to understand an ancient space, made them write unrehearsed glare Till The Tide of water stills and jostles & leaves fall into the deep-sea, and the animals drink the moon, till once again invisible ominous strength meets useless birds who hug simple lights To tap the message Cold, thick stalks Nurture the blind skull half her gender In the morning we perforated the the names of day. And from that chasm, near metaphysical’s mute void The weight of an eye winced In the curvature of a crowded, sailing net.