Stoned from the middle eye
centered in a suspension of mercury
and sifting through dune darkness
the combustion as medium
hits a point of placid aquiescence
in the tornadic antigravity of
Under bathwater rain,
you hold back the river
with a bolt from the blue.
More than the altruistic levity of a wistful recline
we change and are changed
waiting for a resurfacing that cuts through the cyclone.
The burial used to commemorate them,
and cosmically undisturbed.