Flowing branches latch onto the sun's cage
a door in the tree house's forehead
pops with a squirrel's bush tail
and berries on the smashed edges.

Clouds tugged over the mountains
by a mill of nails.
Rails in a sinew of arms
the trail keeps reaching and clawing
bright specks in the little dirt.

Brown light on my red skin
overlooking town from a forest bank
oozing letters and fractured numbers
coming to my knees on a split stump
ribs blessing blood
head straight on a crooked tooth
cave's heart that dangles an iceberg
the skull of a lonely man
flowering beads, stem's water
the length of fiber optic eyes
a fireplace of guts
giving the wolf aroma.