Future Deleted Experiment of the Present # 23

“Rules For Night Games”

Anoba, risen from silver lit water wearing the reflection

of droplets pooling in my left green eye

like soft youth I hold it calmly a cold marble

uncoiled fingers open, a reflex to clear vision of curves in the pitch

stared upon smiling my last astronomer

We kept til now and still the way a fleet of stars swoon to acapella songs their lovely satellite sings

their promise to shine in silence

immune to broken prayers never sculpted nor poisoned by ear

how We listen and learn picking pears beneath branches spelling out our names in the tails of serpents

in their swell a game of outward corridors opening along a sky of spice and lanterns

You, light and only We see for now the symphony of our nature

O drunken symptoms in positions impoverished by glowing riches

of delicious, improper dreams

manifest maps man made held moving to lead way along Your skin

Your chest by beat and by rhythm of this forest’s breath proof a moon can sweat while singing out by dance to forest’s tangled altars

and chisel out the sin of my right green eye

turning over autumn, a gift to hand to You

offered juices azure, spilled in wooden bowls Your core carved along the sphere and laid at base behind trees with bulbs of light for leaves

We bite and pull into the dawn

and like soft youth as firefly, fiddly to catch

by our rules into night I hold wild You a burning marvel