a web not of our making

keep growing
from out of the ground
little mirrors
with spirits attached to them
all the species of the world

rainbow scratches
taste of light
feeling colors

we dissolve into being

prostrated offerings
to a careless god
oblivious and unrequitable

cruel wind
spitting blaze
taste of flesh
smoke of self
ashen mound

self sacrifice
bleeding through your sanctuary

spun its spell
used against itself
pendulum swings its last breath

pour forth give your light again

take time

pulsing ammonite staircase
twisting scales like boiling air
twin asps dueling
made calm
around a rising column
of mercury held from wings
lifting itself into the heat of the sun