Opening, flight
Corridors end in doorways
Above plateaus
Everything is apocalypse
Branches angular
Perpendicular to mud
Burning fitfully
A pall of smoke, lightless
Once creek, today mere gulch
Wetland sodden; cracked grey now
The bones of flightless birds
Thoughtlessly scattered
Parched in the dry season
Drowned in the wet season
It was not always thus
Invidious one
You unwittingly seek
Profound fire
A primitive alchemy
Purification
This grove has dried and died
With time it will crumble altogether
The completion of life
Bloodlessness
Logos s**matikos
Departure and return
A course of filth
The cycle of the wyrm
Grandiose hideousness
Winter trees aching
A spring ratcheted to
Near breaking