The slender paths
upon a shaken mountain
I've perfected my act
standing before the automatic water
with a sneer of twisted
moss in the earth
pouring from a dustpan sun.

Halls around the whirling center room
circuits chirping behind the wall hangings.
Shawls of shadowed heat
for the feline scratches
coming in from a foreign moon.

Curves of well pruned crops
on the silt-sprayed surface
collision of gas light with lava
the knife of an island
eating and sprouting the seed
that is pursued.

A handshake mirror
streamers of transparency
decorating the wrapped up egg.