magician

brain buzzing on
a poem made of questions
transmuting gold into swords into words
feeling like they could float out of the skull
arcing over electrically charged catharsis
of an impromptu rising sun
burning through the panicked feeling of a moon that has disappeared


atom atonement
connecting seraphic dream
to subject predicate
setting everything in motion


sunlight dancing into drums
full moon canopies
of words that will slit the page
into worlds


snow  turning into slush slick
with fragments and run-ons
sky skins and rain
sunlight dancing into dreams