Oh the Moon, My sweet! My guiding light,
you come to me in dreams so forceful and massive
so near to me
you reflect our brilliance back
That storm on the horizon; contained upon the cities
turmoil withering trees
stuck up in the mind fields
broiling upon cascades
slick within the everglades
prairie weathers prickling new pointed parry-mores
Without wielding nor yielding common grounds
our echoes scream; resound; confounded, confused, re-bruised
stalking - ensnared
the mouse