moon appeasement

all details strew a lineament regard
her thinning body laced regalia among
the waving carbon cycle
her fasting food concealed
now turning down the light
and out

so a pearl
so lightless
and swiftly we marauders so
caged with finality
urging and trespassing
trespassing infinity
we so swiftly fill we so swill our metastasis

so encumber the crater airs above
reaped dribbling density pools
air movement as once one
consciousness was dragging
our plunder
now loosens our miscalculations
to dudgeons

so her reckoning comes on me
I'm drenched so I enter
her death nearly death
for she'd vivify even a flake
inside granite batholiths

erosion fixes to its ollied flairs
to its minerals proved
quick basaltic glass
whose atoms disordered
calls us divers disordered

we up there unmending her tending soft washes
abstracting her pigments to slow trout gray
our tidal sways to her tidings and rip tides
master our eye flags
we parlay paper boats yet
dominion's to her

so maybe as to rid us of
feigned permanence
and shook nutrition
and ancient bathers
we misled oil
sipping through hay

as we were once weavers
declaring a bright circle
the high and the raft low waves
we know a lake in the equipment
raws the mouth
but a shell is thus born
fittingly named

in sky's warm digestion
her diatoms asunder
wash their spines
so becalmed by
double stomachs
that enter the divide

where nothing suffering
suffers waxing gibbous
she hammers an overflowing
turnstile mark
for markless she comes like a horn
so round and kelps over my coin chest

so I waddle and quack out
scarvey partitioned scorn
then I join her waistly rivers
I heft her balled estuary
my tridents make headway
fork my speech alarm sign

this roads back to pooling water
this back to going afoot
then this back to highway mist and big will
back to pondering a whistle
that steeples the brow

such as a thousand birds say
as the float swooping Phoebes
whose positions loop
over the Lemonadeberry
carving a cloud cover
bee bend in my face
take flies on the wing

but I accept now
this is pardon
a majestic blankness
curling gray branches hard from an heir
and trailing me tattering of all self-perception

now it is this stump her wand which
bids me think empty
empty balloon while walled cell cells
trespasses a position of touch

this with the ear eyes
squirreling their corm shapes
through the oak leaves that fell
in windward rollings
and trellis a noosphere bond body byway

who can trace out a handshape but
who can balance a slave relation but
who empties our red ladles
of the wheels' carbonation

now here where there were horn beetles
we're seen only through honey bees
I took a bee carcass home
to compass a new use
a footfall that carries long
through the snow in which she yields

and no more this arrangement
is crowded elasticity city
for it spurs to us anarchical drums of the directions

so wire back some spurt ink in lines to the boolean
for newly a choice that's what wrote on the cave
this is my herd whose fat brings me flame ire
here now when she is birthing herself on my scalp

this in my mind is my motionless satyr all poised
tallying his weather forcing his childbirth
drawing her under his flute mulled bone

her magnificent breath head
which he leaves like a cloud ring
scythes around the rain gullying moon is whom
whom I have angered by slopping my arches
by unspindled thinking
by ignoring belial in my spat shiney cave

but beg's she will brighten me to pestle
as she leans fat by next mid month
the bile that erupts and curls me down
through my reticular formation
a hoardless ware that is her hone

beg's parsing herself edicts across the prance of my barrens
across the barrels of her edenic
of her so brittle swallowed sun

beg's tip of my finger
last of my mouth rights
coming to form like her drunk lilliput beams

I ask
forgive me
for not making my hand
as big as the night sky that imps your surface
forgive me my reticence
my tribe did get lapsed

we don't know your lashes more nor do we know
which sea is for pregnancy
so you cite our ullage
and bid us beat rounds
and hammer our pulses with double your anger
and we'll not sull anymore

for it is yet righteous
that your cold ferrousless seas
dip our abandon
in all ordeals wist