night is savage
cutting blood from the
edge of the moon
vapor contrails of
destiny looming large
over harsh canyons beyond
the gritty rock fascade
dapples of moonlight
breaking the stony face
of forever
bleeding from cactus
the slither of cold death
across time and space
asylum cries of victory
spear the moment
like deep fish in some
primordial trench
it all passes too soon
to even know its gone