Smoggy w/ a Chance of Fiery Death

My teeth are swords! My claws are spears! My wings are a hurricane!

the moon in the sky is an eye in a river it sees sliding

by or a skunk in the trunk of a cinnamon tree

he sd, we can't stop here, who's stopping ? Never

tell a tale that it's over or make it so tall that it shivers

and makes of itself an emblem of dynamization

in closed-eyed visions of ere and then and when

when timeternity's chains wheels seeds and gears

grind in black opaque revolve and winds wind revolving

the sky in the river a wing or a tail or a claw or an eye

by its shine and colour you see it's a thing for scrying

he sd, who are you, why are you here and you were trying

to hide but you couldn't because of the bolt of the fire

that from him showed him in all of his decadent glory

who taloned and vast laid waste, breathing, flying

10.19.14