The Carpenter Swims

a face in the bistre dregs of the aftercup. Mooning through the astral diamond is the evening fare. Fear is over- or under-pacing steps toward, away together. Guango gushing plump pink stems to semidouble scented blossoms scattered from frontal to occipital before evening every evening cerebellum courts the experienced pool. fate-fired pathfinder destinates... the unlying, truthful woman recommends 80 percent of meals and 80 percent of truth... In 20 percent of Saturn we are demi-gods. on Baskerville Estate, hematite pillars guard souls gate with resonance for barks... and enchantment for paint, the Carpenter swims. there is no red in the jot no screaming madness a quiet universe in a yard of hearts who merely breathe to speake seasons of love unbroken beauty salving skin under the buttery suns hands, sprout tongues while shaking. in the muses courtyard; from whence mused spirit never leaves.