As the dry leaves of sequoia
fell gliding a serpent peel
I feel your lips of serum
with a sickle, slicing the wafers of trance

Barren barks of the new born
clonk at a dead man's throat;
the cold wind howls through the decayed trees:
lie your rain drenched woolen scarf....

As the shadows of your swelter
gently follow the limbs that stretch,
between the silence of summer,
I could spend a lifetime sailing drops of dew

A tutor on your twitch, my lifeblood ebbed away.
Carpenters with nails,
snap windowpanes of block:
autumn woods build and gallow high

Fingernail_ silver moon
drops torches onto the earth;
my vengeance has been satisfied
as far as I can see you..

Waif waffles waft,
float upon your slobber waves:
As the distant sky magnifies,
reach out to the stars

The brilliancy of them -
almost, I could touch them with my hands;
but the last ones, still flecked the sky
in a solitary place, where your breath is freed..

The big dipper hung heavy in the West
beneath your cap of dark clouds.
In the cold, dark, mysterious space
I still beckon your beauty

I'm leaving, as a beast,
upon a bone white moon.
You were the mother of my home:
existing once, like today, and then was gone