Nuanced flick of the head framed by horizon,
walking like a ghost in trance.
& the otherworldly in a moose’s stare.
Decapitated mountains have begun falling (not only in my dreams).
The apex pops like a dead flower.
stunt hair follicles
on old man’s head.
The parched caves,
carved shadow on sand (and the sea rising).
Everywhere entropy abounding.
Leaf center wracked by night.
Coned by a last drop
lingering in the burn.
The whitewashed sun.