The Eternal Coaxing

Condensation On Petals For Akio Kimura         waterless money flowers in the little smoke   dreaming those hands into the bells of the air   the river beacons the rain of terror   to exhaust its heat in my bloodless mind. A way in the mirror the half-hidden lake   will not trouble the half-hidden blind   unlike the stale drops captured in a marble cup   drawn deep within to feed the head   dreaming these hands flowers in the little smoke   the half-hidden lake in my bloodless mind.   moneyless water flowers in the marble cup.