from The Silent Era

suncrowns arc
green frieze
in warring weather
untractable and unnamed
the integrity of the winds
heralds clearer to
untimed movement in the trees
unstudied, loveless
withered, hidden out
this bower

may be an oasis
or a trap or a canopy for bug continents
or livid bioscape
writhing, sacrifical
gold and mud of reed marsh in that dream
rips down
sordid and violent
unconsciously a primal document
a lewd imprimatur
quieted summer
for always, peace is disturbed.