ReRites (Mist came to destroy) [June 2017]

The first shadow brings her hair, wakes the answer Day after truth is just that: durable Outside clean wishes darkness on creatures, Soul breathes dumb order succoured hair Body-birds needn’t be kind cazemaged sorrow deep in shade smiles monkeys born, to demonstrate an ancient poem sea down in sorrow coition song: extreme weave Mist came to destroy his music, peeling, His ground-down tongue Until a final blue. An apprentice scales mountains, throws off the opaque artists. Kine manic, wing virile glow scooped simmering crone moupling composure on the eyes Apparel, waninging I want to the god. No one some speed with tombstones in cell locked souls