An Assortment Of Words

Under

Pool bulbs leak artificial after dark tranquillity

And suspend subdued persons

Underwater in their chlorine tablet tableaux,

Reaching out of the surface to

The peacock feather palms that burst

From steeple tree trunks against the standard of the crescent moon,

Experience vicariously through the indigenous slabs of terracotta tides

A makeshift mirage, holy heat that

Shivers the edges of distant desert oasis- reality,

Which architects dragged against suction from a deep pool of vision

And from dark sand resurrected temples of calm

That echo sound waves and prayers to Eloy,

You remember as your hair expands like tendrils of the dark anemone

Which drowns out sight and cultivates dormant constellations

Who hang as heavenly rain on pause.