mirror lake—
one stillness expecting
sounding out 
the efficacy 
of silence

wormturn intowards itself

river fog
dreams rise around me
painting light
the absence
darkness suffocates
on itself
in dark wings
breath before
there is light
rite of passage
town after town blooming
golden arches
prayer fall
until breath gives up
even meaning
joyful mystery . . .
a heartbeat quickens
from the dungeon
words not quite 
fitting the isness
of all this