ReRites (Infinite Time has no Memory)

The moment, That infinite time Has no memory. At a point As long as I am The tree fades. When I am, glowing stretched in the light fall. Turning outward into how a mourning was, tightly strewn amid a field of glass. Scholars defend the Drag geese. In a dream meet our tongue. Until the worst lies dark. Sad beloved, vaulting degrees Upon my solitude the Violets are An allergy shunned, a waning growl. It sniffs this mild blade, single womb tonguetip, the salt shapes pushing blossoms, the sweet wind addressed: The pastoral spoke of love, a hawk open under dreaming. As I sleep whispering above my deep your eyes touch the I don’t know Now I am one thought.