And I Was All

Not in here the carbon field Somewhere though perhaps in mind Upon a yielding of the heart A verticality of trees Roughly-hewn bark Nature sculptured She gnarled up my innards creeping at the crawlies I render COLD And so my heart and I became the air of night Wrought from pain we yawn out! borne of brutal evolution As wind wrestled ‘gainst her pangs of death Our paucity of stars waned Gave to waxing of the white-yellow-silver-mellow MOON Smoothing out a path along the satin black And I was all For I was air And all of clear chill Hung Still