As turns up again
horse
and the headless 

salt of its sink
the nil to a null 
mull.

Ghost of spinning gun 
in basement undone

that weighs 
a supplant and cocks 
a death rant.

Pounding pounding 
in the heart
tears it apart. 

Best
make a run for it.

Its will-o-wisp 
a violent abyss.

Firebird dancing 
dancing in contempt 
of time.

Seized by shadows 
counterglow 
raw and tender

in thrall to its shine.
Fugitive fault line.

Time out of mind unconsolable
deflowers the divine.