Solitary Cycle

Scribbling in an echoless cave
the resounding noise was all my rage
and tears in stone
alone was all my home

Earthquake howl timberwolf
owl perched
in all its means
talons outstretched
some sunrise saying
echoing
wrangle rusted broken horse
first white
seal branded
fallen

Tongue time not long enough
taste absence
bearing crush
touched

but no matter
corrected
errorless
past

Echoless cave
all the rage
and forseeing goose eggs
before the dawning
of another sun
howling moon filling come
colorless duldrum
an edge
solitude whole
owl gone
hawks encircle
coyotes wander
crows encompass
all over

Bear these words insanity sprung
spring comes see dust enlightened
some semblance of consciousness
chosen will and wrangling done
walk again
in sol's life
bright mourning son