Caragana Roar

this is the month that cannot breathe… in the spine of night a blue cold wind caragana roar the heart unloosed and full of hell swallows the silence and all that is the fierce orbit of winter sky held together by pieces of moon the scarcity of emptiness distending through the darkest eye like a bell’s stroke long since tolled this is the month that cannot breathe… I hear the shadows the gaunt click of bones nourishing nightmare of hacked prose the pen bleeds and staggers into convulsions of mimicry ‘til joyfully seized by a wayward thought into the clasp of hungry stars caught in me upon a sea of scars