wind change —
morning passes by
belly up

autumn dawns —
all the absence
still to be

from beyond
a candle flickers
with beyond

almsgiving —
solar panels reflect
the night moon

autumn decay . . .
I measure the half life
of her smile

no birth cry
from the surgical bowl:
bitter spring

nevernight —
somewhere a bird calls
or not

bloodbeat moon —
ancestral visions writhe
through the rap

bloodbeat moon —
a haka breaks down
resistance

the light
enough of it now
to be a tree