C y a n

purient
cascade

fusilade
hush

candle ice
to be pushed
upon great rocks

whispering their
prayers of winters
death

alms drip by drip
the glisten
the birds aloft
white sketched
in vivid atrocities
wheel

listen

this wounded world
lit about the forty watt
revelations

cold coffee and two
hundred channels
Diazepam tremor dreams

vision shift faulted like
ice and ideals
folding behind the great winds
the divine
breath
harsh and cool

I remember

the colour of your eyes