Beast Arising

and the lens run stones up through rays of sound
known rounds burn inward with the huff below
no moisture of nature is worried crying mountain
at what sap has chosen, birds at feast rust snow in,
of a charge to darkness now, arise
murmuring something lined with
the sky one worm begins
to chew a faded pine
cone overtaken by farms from a nest
burying low alone the road of space
swoops justice timed to remembered trees
at most a thought of litter swifts soft safely
what allows night in heart beat of all sweet
etched riding star-forming scenery rumors
the future rest with what breathes steam

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