I am consciousness, bright rift
in mere nature,
and I break my sleeping enemies
as I move without a stir.

Those who oppose me with words
or conjure me with cards
go down in the peace of fire.
Streaks of voluminous error
wrap around the one
tear-salted spiral.

Blades of unfolding wings
the body's circuitry of skies
all layering the milk of dawn.

Bones to be scattered wheat
shells of the only sight
cells blinking in the thought
of a tarnished sea.