Opening, flight Corridors end in doorways Above plateaus Everything is apocalypse Branches angular Perpendicular to mud Burning fitfully A pall of smoke, lightless
Once creek, today mere gulch Wetland sodden; cracked grey now The bones of flightless birds Thoughtlessly scattered
Parched in the dry season Drowned in the wet season It was not always thus
Invidious one You unwittingly seek Profound fire A primitive alchemy
Purification
This grove has dried and died With time it will crumble altogether The completion of life Bloodlessness
Logos spermatikos Departure and return A course of filth The cycle of the wyrm Grandiose hideousness Winter trees aching A spring ratcheted to Near breaking