Clawed limbs are climbing,

gouging and cutting vines,

thin plates of multifaceted eyes,

razor ring of teeth.

Nimbus of captured clouds

the sorrow of wavering lights

on the heart in a glass egg

magnetizing a cage of spines

the knife of the horizon

matching a cracked porch rail

lovers in open air

laughing at the slanting rain.

Neon ladders

burning on prison brick

transfigured by the birth pain

of days arranged and vacant

threads of liquid metal

growing on a foggy nude.

Our hummingbird rest

garden path by the shoreline

paths retracting from pine fans

and sand rivulets where the deer ran

and I came down to day

from a towering night

whose chambers are ascending orange.