Awe's crown
over the cracked ember
where too much ironic distance
has crept up between man and himself
and the forest leaps,
and the tug sharpens

an oceanic bubble leaks
through fissures of a thousand cliffs
the chairs set in silent circles
upon unoccupied lawns,
an ashen grid creaking
empty spires ripping
into knotted clouds

damp hand on a calm antenna
gems lit to the cloth bound cave.