it's 2.37 am and i have reached my strange.....
.............where thoughts tumble back over my hands,
...from goblets full of breath and dripping liquid..
squeezed from glancing eyes, wells up
in pools of crystals...............through the cycle
of vapor to ice. ________now, cold diamonds of a moment
melting down spines; slip-shod. _______wet to flow
down twine conduits tied to the belly of my well.
...imbuing my soul-----as plummets of drops
plunge....bucket-style to surfeit lissom flagons......
......with crashing splashes & tinkling shards
against moss-covered stones and deep hallow echos.