Blue Lambency Downward

Beneath the arc of the rounded rainbow ley

Whistled the lark as the arrow lost it's way

The Blue lightless perfect colored obfuscaire

Still supine I crossed the sandy veil

Falling forever through each measure

All moral minds sentinel

Falling to Hell

Breathe together

Farewell

The circle we drew as we moved but tried to look down was wiped away with the sound of the morning rooster's crow

His tail was tied to a hammer and he dragged it to the horizon

In the hallway outside my bedroom door

I heard the old dead sleigh gliding to it's restful drones purposely knocking the pictures off their nails

With a vacancy ogling my sober inhalation our curator's rocking to the rhythm of the rain on her carved hair here in this room with the inverted torches at it's barrier where materia vibrated out

It's vibration left a plume climbing it's way up a blue blessed curl which was girdled by aurora of obliging black morel

Then I called and cried out while I minded the bell that dangled crazily closet edge of the basin of the rain which fell

It fell in the shape of a bifurcated ammonite shell

A beacon as blue as a bowerbird's eye in the morn

A poem written in threes over four

My oeuvre based on the coy and forlorn

Another boy's parallel night in the harrow

And the quiet decline of my questionable rhythm

Disinterested forever in upwards motion

I hung out by the white chalk letters

I watched my body move and let it