the lake that was where the castle stood in the lake that's being refilled

bustling city a drunk and I pause for the big picture

sleeping with false prophets I reach for a thread of sun gods

2/3 dark energy I navigate by light

in my winter coat a chrysalis chants in every pocket

lost paradise I sink through you as black rain

the day after he mows dandelions

it got here before me the snail at the summit

red after all gas shapes my beloved dispassionate

3 a.m. Eden time I unbutton Africa's pocket

since the dawn (of time) dandelions

first dandelion nothing like doing nothing

rinsing my eye a belly-button falls into the sink