Dead thoughts drain as red rain rivers in
simmering like slivers kindling in skin
sieve-delivering fluid mind energy, sips of sun
that eclipse time decay to lightning bolt display one
molten age-old Urge, fire-eye Force
seeking deeper Path and higher Purpose, a Life-course
yearning in place yet burning to know
what white-hot possibility might nightshape, free-flow
under reflected spear-like hindsight of a druidic moon
when dew infinities collect near grassroot blood and yew rune.