smokey desert waving,
mirages like race car alcohol fumes burning far away,
where cactus blossoms root
in purest of seas
the mouths of many dry skulls grin, they
mocked the writhing
snow gathers dogma moon and shadow lights
pierced by the grays of trees
and mountain-tossed stars
they roll accordian motion sparks
like oceanic fish swarms
the lost trudger will die by morning
in desolation or live entranced still and bestirred
even into the afternoon forever
a brilliance moments unborn
and poems and songs
and gigantic new heartbeats
like the surprising Bluebird's solo in air a power
charmed by her mouth, her eyes
traces of a longing innocence
how she once rose in a long lost garden
spirits hover and pray that she will be their shining bloom
but then she said she'd rather be dead than alone
she'd rather be dead alone rather than be
dead together
Adding your comment:
Firstly, I liked the inferred nuances of your title. Your imagery is wild and barely contained within the confines of the imagined borders of the page - the words seem to want to leap off, like a lean panther. Your lines "snow gathers dogma moon and shadow lights/pierced by the grays of trees/and mountain-tossed stars" are visceral and quite powerful examples of what words and the sounds of them can do to your readers. In its entirety, this is an incredible piece of work. Stunning, really. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. 
