the classic trial commences.
above my eyes a finite yellow sky.
somewhere below another heart flies.
at this crossroads
unevenness divides itself into further highway mysticism.
a love affair strange
drowns out a hopeful season.
unbroken mountain mist ushers in more homeless nights
touching whatever cannot touch me.
paper tossed into a fire
flames red and devastating.
no miracle awaits tomorrow.
no miracle postpones the ashes of now.
forsakenness has declared the salting of dreams.
1977
Bisbee