DARKDANSSER

the rain roars
its voice threshold
smatter
on the limbs
the sure branch
the flat rooftops
through summer
winter held

this fan is an ocean
a surf forever curling
shunting time in
the thick tropic
waves burying me
moment by dark
moment

days unravelled
i kept count on
the cheap watches
hoarded like
windows boarded
the swift needle
swirling in my vortex
like images of dreams
terrible and torrid
falling like rains
down the drain
of the cortex

words were the
loved machinery
never spared

unwinding now
the source
of its motion
i kept my dark
forest sacred
unspoken

the limbs a labyrnth
the light like a tomb
lost now in the pall
thunderous and bold

i keep falling
further
disappearing
in this cloak
of soft diffusion
a sweet
delusion