weedy river

princes and horses

your father  departed

the bent strings ooze a sound of dismay

modulating slowly

the corridor still empty

with a gongs backwards rush you appear here the day

eo hippus woman

dam of delirium

into the sonic silk of your lay

i master my copy

i watch for the azimuth

arrival archival arch-rival will stay

elaborate your weaving

the threads of our lifetimes

spinning pure gold instead of this grey

the swans in the lake surge

the moon in the sky cracks

so what does it matter whatever i say..?