Wrecked Sky at Mourning

Mourning’s red clouds arise after the midnight sun with a day that breaks like the powder of a gun wind arises and no one knows when small rippling patterns mint where waves will go The enjambment of lines is the sweet breadth of time with knots to cross rolling seas four poor sheets to reach shore On high planet plains stand summits of mortal refrains hyper-cubes of gruel lessons learned for school Row, row, row your oaths penitently down a stream barely, barely, barely note where it leads is not the joke Mars is higher than Earth’s moon low on the horizon cloaked Jupiter izs higher than Mars Pluto ‘s summary tension stars The body belongs to the world yet mind arises within it terminal flesh crumbles to pathetic dust while spirit continues without it.