rainy resonance tapping into the cemented path
grey storm clouds breathing a deep thunderclap out
in a bath of lightning flashes---photon prism painted
unto the canvas of the solemn trees crossing the silent fences
owls hooting from the howling hollows;
tall grass blades nesting the im-perceivable memories growing into thickets
and something of shadows resuscitates the darkness lurking in the cellars
river-lit thoughts flowing along the sunken ships; meeting the North Star
runaway; casting the capes off to the levanter winds--- letting go
igniting the bomb-bombs--- taking off from the parallel sea-lines
un-shuffling the deck of /kards/ and letting them fall like the first batch of autumn leaves
