Fingered Ears

Oh, if the quivering of life like a candle
wind blew and came screaming by
-out

but the woods still remain
dark and blue in the pre-morning twilight
and in there, faces brooding sensations
"eyes closed and we still know You,"
but never catching the end

a ray from the dawning sun crashes down
the leaves part ways
an animal somewhere inside scratches absently
anxiety like a product of a contemporary mind
each glade behind the leaves already known
all space before you unfolded
every God, saint, and messiah lined up in rows
we look and search but find no shadow

a ray of light pierces through, wires that tell us all
heat into the air, smoke stacks and helium manifested
chemicals like rainbow cauldrons
the water fermented with chlorine

lips to a river, underneath
-danger...-

as we are taught with the infinite of knowledge
and the systems of communication
they tie our wrists with wire


outside the sun slowly roams
and behind the leaves a glade, it's gut, amongst the grass


a flower I knew nothing of