From the roof of the temple,
strands of mossdark catch on zephyrs.
Above the patches, gelled brownfield
lacquered onto forehead with furrows
— a crater pocks the centre, old trauma
and surprise deepens the valleys where
slouching graywhite caterpillar twins
bend in crescents, pillared
between cave mouths
lids peeled back on the filled marbles
humbug brown sucked sweets inside
watery yolked eggs, a droplet condenses,
flutes down the raised rouge blue marble,
past the raised protuberance, the barrow-
bridge that settles in tunnels, the land here
raises with intake of wind bursted
from a soft wet red, marked by
little cuts like timekeeping on a wall
and below a dapple darker red curved
inward into a crevasse
slumps in skinfall
where light downy hair bends
where the comb of wind caresses
the dimpled outcrop
then the great overhang,
then the great overhang.
