Crooked Little Dreams

we dissolve… into the silence of time knots of death and water spreading the thick sleep of space and shadow perforations of night cold and shapeless kissing cool on the tongue that tilt into those crooked little dreams…we dissolve It is the drunk of autumn the smell of earth seeds wrapped in God where whips of fire shake into a lion red rage bending around us…through us disentangling our breath between the stark and pale light