equinox

solitude between collisions where the light of forgotten stars makes the ledge an ambience of water
still as ice

sky and flesh silent

grooves in the skin collecting vapors of words sent out as arrows beyond human control and therefore
divine in their recklessness like Eden’s swords waving ointment cleansing the climactic silence

lizards connect gods with rocks spinning into a circle beneath the moon

leaves continue their organic dance into yellow in the scorching fluid of cold weather and then
vanish on roads going into cliffs around the broken edges of lost skies