my bowed body curls arched
like a flower’s stem within a sudden storm
the archer I would be conforms to another rhythm
like snake worshippers flute through serpentine twines
into another dawn’s ambergris folds
am how the moon flows among your blueberry tone

I love how you manipulate words into different meanings than the average reader is used to, Danny. I sometimes do that myself, although not to the same extent or mastery that you utilize, of course. Beautiful. I know, I know, I keep using that word in reference to your work, yet...I do mean it.





I am going to have to look up 'ambergris'...but I like the way it sounds, percussive, as if dawn had a heartbeat...and of course, it does! 
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