Snow Has Fallen in This Quadrant

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The night sky is an octopus

whose beak of void-shining ebony conceals

the sun who is an owl

turning round its head, chasing lightning eels

swirling figures backlit against the nothing

when it blinks the species beneath it passes

onto tendrils of cosmic unbelief

stepping over the flat circle of time en masse

one eye peering from the moon; a stone relief

The sun has a broken neck

as head over foot hurdle star-water divers

ever probing endlessly in check

always more, no threads left for the Godiva's

no cats or swords for the fish who flounder and sputter

dust of bones of their ilk left in the sand when on land they will mutter

awe- this is profound, there is snow in the sky

the relief wells with a tear in the cracks there of the moon-

if there is snow, then the ground cannot be dry

if there is water, this can be home again, soon.