Salvia

The machinery of clouds

your throat

like a warp

in the tincture

no schedule

for this rasping

train.

Amethyst in

vertical light

music

scattering pollen

the pillage carrying

you

from insatiable gravity

to primal marrow.

Black cattle,

deadlocked fog,

learn to eat

walk

read

void your

hungry matrix,

enter into dialogue

with your changing

passage

of water

ask nothing

offer only what

you take.

Let your presence

burn

your fear away.

Now, turn off:

split belly,

            legs stiff suggesting

            prosthesis

autumn crust

over buzzard sidewalks.

Strange return.

You are yours

only

when not

yourself.