Pharmakos

Submerged in the floe, something germinated.
a sheet of light, frozen in glass, had bloomed.

Slanting moonbeams sloshed in buckets at the
levy of a tin river, silently guiding me. So I
wandered, following traces and undulating
shadows,

Sweeping across the stars, I followed. 

To be nowhere, compressed underneath winter’s
mountainous clouds and gray chasms there
was respite.

A recollection of tenderness, a contrast to 
angular gale, tassels swayed in the spruces.

Something had been born, or it had been
realized; spirals, drifting blue and green
propagated, a 
geography of sound was incubated.

Rainy streets, with headlights moving as pillars
across their shining blackness rang.
dull substance turned to melody, as I glided
among muted hallways and empty bricks.

Something had evolved, a world of textured
motion swimming amidst the ambience.

An oil pump, surrounded by an orbit of
flaccid wheat cried liberation,
darkness and the promise of flame
inhabiting its hollow veins.

In the desiccated confluence, sacrifice
flowed through burgeoning cracks.
earth’s blood demanded blood, so
poignant must bleed, melancholy
surrendering to ash.

As the days turned, so did the extraction,
vividness subsiding to rust.
I stared out the window, wishing to
flee the paleness. Such slow brutality,
rotting in place.