fumes of evaporating blood
from beyond oblivion
the rim of a cracked plate
glinting from an open door
knives hanging in rows
from the night's horizon
logs floating downstream
with the features of laughter
to the rings of a distorted place.
Worlds without end the emptiest parts of the life span crows and ravens prey on frozen, hungry brown bears as if it could smash through solid rock an eye on some freakist, million-to-one