a cool blue radiant fool
raven in the haven of youth
a jester impressed upon yesterday's sky
wildly absurd words your conjure
up
the sky, wide and azure
cackles and cracks and groans in erratics
whole tones
no microphones
just the help of a resonant land
fly over head
tell me something sad
carry on
then a golden eagle too
silently soars
white designs under wing
raven returns
black as if burned
by the fire-red sand
beautiful crimson, vermillion land
my hands move to translate your song
i find
it can't be done
