Nowhere

I stood on poles of axis head over hills

contours of ether into a strange blue emptiness

was wandering the textures of a pleated cosmos

paths of whispers as ships rained from the sky

Shapes of phantoms crawl beneath bonnets of reality

Shadows of days on outskirts crawl through

Doused as lights found eyes of wavering compass

Reflections numb as I came alive into births of skies

Veins of pages ripped as seconds into walls tick

And all this silence as this breathing blurs reach

To grow stems beneath knees of winding stairs

The taste of fire that made steps of ice slither

And unto motions tinged in hallows of a marooned void

Grounds swept off root upon which these thoughts grew

Spun on wheels that ran unto fallowed heights

I laced in covers of tracks nowhere