I know these irretrievable faults falling br like exotic hands. br Now orange, now fuschia. br O, the indigo snakes that wrap you br in their death-embrace. br Vibrations of God and sky. br The world behind the shed-skins a vessel br tinkering with a featureless brain. br Pilgrim-child clumsy at the gate of br the wilderness. br Her fern matted, crumbling into a br wide gauze stripping the wind br like a paper shroud. br Snaps open to the reptilian eyelid. br Here wide, then narrow. br Camera-eye. br Thunder-claps into gorgonian wreaths. br Slams her into the violet serpent br wearing his own god.