A Radiant Darkening It Was

~like hot vapors of dying jaguars~

Image from Pixabay Karen_Nadine

In night’s held breath

snowneedle of a mountain

is busy impaling stars

to a void beyond indigo.

Knot my heart to it,

the void needs

her eloquence

I whispered.

It was but a dream

Where the earth cleaves

consider it a haven.

An immaculate godzone.

Chasms hold purity

that’s where my souls are

there I cast them. In

glacial crevasses

like folds of a human heart.

I cast my souls there

on the day I saw the sky

writhe twine and blind itself.

I watched in disbelief

a radiant darkening it was,

hot vapors of dying jaguars.

Sanity twisted away

an acrobat trapezing

out of a crazed circus

where liquid silk

of Shagya horses