The Ecphorizer

Night is the one side of the dragon that is real.
I find, redoing dreams like poems, my snake unwinds
amoebalike, my eye-eggs hatch albino landscapes.
In such a world my whole life works.

I feel as if I'm poised upon an alchemy of edges.
I am preoccupied with dark; I feel the dark
in just the way that one might love beloved enemies.
Nighttime gives me room to rest my innards after
daytime's stunning blow to senses.

The night is culture - villages between each spill of light.
Have you ever seen a tree? I've been there, the roots -
anchor to the locomotive breathing of the them and those
who sell their souls to fill my work. Like frogs,
who have such continuity, theme, novels of hop,
journals of jumping for for the slithering shapes.
Dark is my skin, when want is a shadow and silence my scream.