Redburn

Russet golden elysian sunset bliss. A mountain fen sided on all straights with cloud and thunder as the night splits with lightning and a female deer's cynosure exposed itself in a faint and stirring way. In the clearing seen, and into the wild returned. Just as my uneasy bones return to dust and vapor is left somewhere in the starry sea of a universal tapestry, unsought but undoubtable its presence. Just as unsought was a mind to measure this sentient will and durst to expand and forever becoming the oneness of all things. Beset all round is the rapture of this, the breath of life. Trying to extol upon itself a semblance of order, serving out reason for our temporal blindness. A straight time upon a sill of the dawn as unnerving. Ever still. Ever still. As the fog feeds upon the mountain climb, turning the dew to its inhabitants, and steeping the dreams in clothes and linens made of rain and thunder.