Published in the April Makata Unpoemed, Kookamonga Square, Flying Mermaid newsletter and the first issue of "The Zine."

I watched the foliage burn
with an ephemeral flame
and so the divine was prostrated
with a permanence of wondrous proportion
Irrevocably stated, hinting of a divine symmetry,
life imitated the bare bones, chalky and wanting
which flared with a desire for dawn
and all it's illustrious imagination
for a day's, albeit an eon's panorama

The burning bush spoke to me, weaving
as might a snake or spider, of promise imprisoned
in the dusky intercession between the space
inside chronos' womb, hiding in the stillness
of umbra all things lost to time, which
aged well and spit forth, defy and denounce
with the devices of an immortality gained
through the recognizance of a courted imagination

In the seasons of the fall a rainbow dances one final jest,
flaring forth in a supernova of silent presence,
with the sanguine, the crimson, the bruised velvet
screaming it's appeal in a whorl of wind
before winter comes again, shattering texture
and grinding it like a crystal city fated
to fall as waters frozen leaflets