Watershed Ground

Excruciating is the shadow of such a great height
That I must wait in for you.
No effigy governs this pool of mystique:

& I imagine that which is invisible can cast more
Fear than a figure we can learn by heart:
Daunting is the talented abyss of uninhibited expression.

Dream-ridden are my serpentine ghosts:
Capricious merrows swimming thru the airs of my
Intractable wonderings, feeling slanted to heaven…

Waving delicate smiles like children, ignorant
Of blinkered armies, caustic in the cracks of tallied oceans:
A tear swathes my mood as I cannot spoil their confidence.

In these artic windows, I become my own desire,
Attaching wings to discrete multiplications:
Consequences of breathing you in:

The future arrives in impassive abilities to reinvent
The rolling hours: I have lived a thousand lives,
Dying each time I realize your kiss is as lost as its colour.