Buildings rise in the night
cubes glowing under moss
levitating vines
dangling cars and unscrewed rail
the curved lid of many horizons
breaking into a single eye
rising in the lots of the lost
silt of time's vein
running off it like lard of paper
cloud ropes on painted lines
the trickery's departing vapor
sanded engines tracking a skeletal wall
to a bleeding stem.

A gloved shade finger walking
on cobwebbed canals
umbrella of sharpened knives
to greet the radial jungle.