faceless days seemed so simple in the moonlight

Enter: Foreign, strange graveyards and battlefields.

I tried to stop the carrier for you.
Don't jump so dangerously.

Rooted here, shut eyes--glued and pinned--
are the only screen from reasonlessness

Yet: Past the fountain and around the corner
all along, forever was closer than we never knew.

I am following this map over eggshells and glass.
Vows to alertness can drag me after the bread crumbs.

The screens and stiflers may extinguish my fire.
[and may the pain fall out of step]

Could one only be sure of intentions
never to want their own puzzle pieces.

Some serpent you are, deduce for yourself.
The wrapping suffocation burns.

Hold on tighter, serpent,
let instinct overcome what it can.

It may be for no lack of effort
--but an obstacle course--greater than insignificance and fairytales

So molten and explosive...
stars so bright cannot keep wings.

When the feathers dry and dust away
the scale will adjust to accommodate me.

Gagged and bound, my message machine,
your stone can't match your ring so easily.

the hands push me on, but, snake, you can chase me with my words
to make me grasp subconsciousness while the filters age against you.

The natives know the ground
and they know (as do i) you've got it bad.

can you reach it?

-MRS 7/18/08