behind the waymarker
dark deep pathless
pleasure extending muddy
potential playing strange
Big Easy phrases
through beautiful contortions
and swirls of new
light channelling
an old unofficial
course all trajectories
toil upward toward
the unknown resigned
to a life plan of perpetual
motion and the endless
effort to speak through
the fluency of deformed
upcropping scatter confident
brushstrokes dashed
in wreaths twisted
mosaics clasping
the steeper route of false
friendship above roily
race cleft following
its long gallery
crawl flanked by free
margins where dual
purpose Blacks lift
from browsing to aim
lashes at the witness
latched over the stile
"I'm not going over there."
advance to the rear
toward Wagtail dance
high
higher
highest
tugging on the air
through which this
year's clan unhooked
from the knuckle fall
and melt returning
to the root rods
holding
together
everything