C. Lullaby Lyrics

With feet of tungsten

Under the long eave of the canyon

Flat shards of the glacier

Carved reposefully

The mossy boulders and walls

Webs droop afore

The rivulet falls

And the timeless, etched in prophecies

Raiment of an ivy matrix worn by the earth

Mastiff in the mirror in the basement off the bearskin rug

Purple sky dawn

And bloomed sassafras

Within the tent

Along the gravel by the fire

Dark sapphire crescent

Night-curtain hatch

Sways over as wriggled whirligig branches

Terse validations soundless and visceral