misty moonlight—
my love affair with a snake
between dreams
these arms left holding
the skin of passion
now flakes of bone
a portrait in the steel
of a rongeur
a rat gnaws away
at my memories
the wheel grinds on
whether the stars
will it or not
despite all
Polycarp is baked
to perfection
the play of stained light
in wisps of incense
the holy glow
of each minim mote
the dust we are
subtle accretions
of harmonies intoned
a medley
of nacreous spheres
in swine swill
Clayton Beach
Hansha Teki