It is spring when her words
...do not take the form of ice...

She knows not of her past avenger
nor of the crosses that laid at her side...

Pea green funnels
entangle themselves foolishly...

I am pushed by eager early birds
who force the pregnant sun...

Vanilla candlelight blurs the thin-layered...
until echoes of burrowed snow beasts dwindle...

My Restorer is present
mounted upon his golden champion...

I stretch my runners in race
nonchalantly allowing synthetic cloth...

Circumstance
metamorphosizes...

Rain waves spray
will...

Alleluia in the morning
where stars wait to fade...

Months ago you tossed a McIntosh apple
...dripping with spicy red glaze...

.................................Bug Eyes
...................................Perceive...