Hour glass

On stormy nights
of seven crystal bihags
full of sand stones
ivyed by pores,
thirsty, on the tenderhooks
of vibrance; this day
lost to the sea
into the endless series of events,
the irreducible law of the earth
the sublime acid
of half swallowed moons
and stiched eyelids
carried into fortunes
of forgotten depths.
Into the dawn of vacuous wisdomless fuzz
awaits fate
as it suffuses into the
dusty age of time's insolent
opulence,
marking nothing.

5/7/2006 2:16 PM - First Posted