Westerly Far Birds

Let us take you up then Where litanies of darkness mount the sun Rest us on the magic night, bleakest evil oars Arid pair of sleepy rebels float, limbs and root Pretending what we are, reversed dreams of fields Open as the window that is life, or so it seems Hear the whish of mindful trees and zombie bark Let us take you down, in dionysian diction Where reality fluffs it’s cranberry tendrils Where “real” is just a latin undulation of noise