gemini moon

Life
is
but a dream waking . .
ecru edged
distant as a soft thrumming water-echo
pulsed prism'd
the scent of catalpa on a perseid wind
crickets & cars
rivers & highways
thrum thrumming . . .
diamond blade deep along the swan-line
stones & bones collide
as
choice
tears at our feathered gossamer self
or
fires us to fearlessness
dive & rise
dive & rise
oh being of comet-dust
dive & rise