Vines write on the walls

the caps and garments of prior lives

descending into glittering graves

emit sculpted steam

clench rot with heated rocks

blood painted flowers of charcoal

surface in placid eyes.

Ponds shimmer in concave plastic

pinks and blues in veils

of amphibian green

collecting channels of pulp,

short skirted books

through thinking water,

bright gloves for undiscovered bones

going limp on a dry threshold.

The rivulet between

moon shredded coral hills

resurrects lichen veins

and solitary gravestones

are gathered in a granite strain.