Trumped explanation
a crack at the knuckle
but a stain on the skin
a brown of ancestral brown
recalled
to the bed of yesterday
growing in patches
now a desert
maddened by a moon
striking down with repetitive rivers until sand
becomes a liquid sky aching to ascend,
cursed to an endless anchor.
Undertow attempts to jump
to grow feet on land
defy cliffs
sprung from the belly of a once dead thing
with wings
strapped to its back
Irises gaze straight into an Icarus embezzled sun
while all these skins evaporate
in thunderless clashes
plummeting back into the mouth
impersonating sounds,
anthropomorphizing the terror to hold it,
make it small,
tangible
to relay it back as an apology
repeating till
nyctinasty ears sleep in green.