Voices fall like stones
on earthskin of dying sun
open skeyes of dried seas
to hold
the salt of salvaged words
buried with the day
Febrile voice of stunrise
wakes nightwrecks
pulsates skin filaments
on scrapped flesh
Desert hands
unsplice frayed ligations
stain snowveils with nightflecks
as flexuous ink swarms
send isles flying
Blood strains
deflected
fill
fluxile veins with
cleaving
Askance bird of extinct sun
flaunts me scarce
thrashes the throats of rain
in fleer of rime
unslur my name
smeared membrane of jest
