Leaping from a fang of ice,

bowels disjointed by

the wandering sun,

torn globes of this cosmos.

Eyes wider than

the dawning road,

a cut horizon.

Minnows of blood

quick in a pale stream

running over packed earth.

Lights from electrocuted depths

pouring out on a frozen field

where they come to rotate

with their shadow knives.

Bright gas

of a beauty gone.