cobalt shell
*The arrow thrusting out
in a humming spin—
beak lancing the dark,
sting of cool wind heating
to a burn I cannot aim.
All round the page circling.
Ringing the view.
Streaking a thin trace
at the split seam—
a vermillion that whirls
without seeing where.
Bloody scour
out of the wood-comet,
streaks run from the creek.
Clefting the fog
as it closes back
leaving a mob of red mist
I drive it now—
the crackling eye
of the waking dark.
Red from the evening cry.
Dew sloughing off my body,
stripped of skin by
a single assuring arrow.
I, bone-stark,
strike the dark—
the canvas bleeds weep
unravelling the unseen
The bloody wake melds
what was already clotting.
Rousing the morning
I am to enter.
Flushed pink viscera,
awakes in new breath
rising, pulsing.
It throbs for release.
I, the suicidal stick,
lunge into the wound,
brace as it blooms
out the narrow spot
I will not survive.
Founder at heaven's yawn.
Cavitate into the rive.
Gyre toward sunrise dissolution.
The white sky page
baths in my crimson hues.*
long epoch
valid pilot
valid tapir
wraith vessel