I close a book on ecology and enter a dark wood, joining a cast of silvery-blue poets who follow
the Lunatic Path. Hidden in moonlight, they leap into darkness and devour choice gray morsels
of mind with the power of oracular words.

As mist floats across these mountains, living in isolated caves,
in China, hermits are covertly teaching what can now be found
on-line. Here, in the semi-darkness, a rock with no dimensions
guards the steep way down...

where I bow to a barren landscape while wondering why I must
die before eternity begins.

Behind windows sealed against dust smelling of gunpowder and wet ashes. the moon
declines, radios are tuned to news updated every few minutes, while bleary eyes focus
on moving through space and the road ahead.