The Calliope's Song

We open scene, a moonless dream Ensconced in night held safe from light And yet a mind of the keenest kind Tells tales that tower of daylight hours: With fleetest foot and fur of soot The cat runs on, on rooftops long And splashing paint shows colors quaint To cover sight’s most natural white— And flash to sky from far on high With wings worn where West meets wet air And formless birds repeat things heard While blue surrounds with absent ground— Oh, deja vu, see futures true With features blurred by Carroll words And yet the scene will once be seen And logic spins samara skins— All on your own, an endless home Deep doorways stretch in lines yet sketched By black-ink pen and rod-filled in All shades of fear that warns they’re near— And faceless men in groups of ten All watch the skies with eyeless eyes And when your neck is craned to check The sky sees back with eyes full black— The forest runs with legs of sun With creatures new, unreal, you knew But real inside your head they hide When beeping chime foretells the time— And colors flash through shades of ash With pictures drawn approaching dawn When eyelids blink before you think And it ends—