marazion evening
evening weeps
softened rain, fox
stealth does not
disclose itself
lay-by listening
where trains
earthworm by
bringing elsewhere
a murmur of, a
a salt slow gasp,
reeds are in sinew
lengths and a
refusal of spider-
webs, uncurl oh
browse of stars
one flame after
another such
distant silver,
edges of dreams
meniscus edges -
hidden otherness,
it’s the view i seek
most, tonight quarter
gnawed moon
views from this
rained thru out
eye obscures,
no shade dances -
alone and multiples,
a handful first then
a compliant river, dark
does its shrouds
streetlights marooned
where the mount gulps
as a giant thru the gauze
of drizzle, thru incoming veils
more loneliness more
ever alone, out there
darkness is unknown,
a reflection back thru
the ink nudged glass
a copy of myself staring
outwards where seems
nothing is nothing
clouds perform in
thickened dresses
and re-position until
entire blackens
weeping has retreated,
wet heirs re-glisten re-
kingdom, barns, slouched
houses, crouched leviathans
let the mind’s stride
continue its feathers, hasn’t
the oak swayed enough?
and prey chased too much?
upon hearing shells in the
stubborn distance like a soothing
almost, like surf slurring, tumbling
in from lots of fountains
these nearby marshes where
the swans are unconscious
and the starlings enrobed,
small as shadows, dashes
a stream that leads to words
as the bulrushes fissle, where
the moon’s ointment doesn’t
quite spill as is crab like circled
evening embellishes funerals,
gone at the window gone has
light, atop the mount is immense, a
confusion of haloes, purple tonight
there are other worlds where dreaming incites,
oh marazion where the mushrooms flatter,
the lane is considered as the past
where the autumn of so many lives
are already spoken aftermaths