Cuts

One of Two

Drip, slip, sifted temporal split
Spinning wheel, day-night kaleidoscope
Snakes in the canyon, chk-chk-chk
Not serpents of ill fortune, only witnesses
Guides, guide posts, milestones, miles

Marauders miniature riding, charging, crashing
Eyeless, earless, mouthing. Thoughtless mutation
Plundering, raging, killing, dividing, dividing…

The oarman cannot touch you… 
Disembarking you in red cathedral
Glazed, hazed, he waits, quiet derangement

You fall earthward in metal, antiseptic cedar
Hovering too bright panic lights, painful, penetrating
Thence timeless, tearless, tumbling darkness, darkness…

Life by a thousand cuts…
Floating dreamless anesthetical, fearless riffles
Without presence or mystical drift. Faceless mercy

Snakes wait in the canyon, chk-chk-chk