the red dirt is our house

wither now silent star - blush us           a solemn greet - the tendrils           that follow my sun

have fallen - the breadbake           is starch - the reed not           silent but unwilling -

we have met this sun before -           hubris of will, archangel           of need - caress then with

time and time's neighbor the           unendings - the red dirt wet           & wary is our house till it rains -