Rebuke me like the desert rebukes a monsoon,
I’m winter snow in the month of June.
bleeding from the mouth of the stars,
my hands; fossilized talons graze the skies,
and midnight breathes echoes at the sun’s behest.
while milk weeps like rain from the moon’s eyes,
it whispers of embroidered violet petals.
the ocean’s supplicant tides cry for juniper ribs,
riding on the hallow wings of an eagle.
I’m ancient winds on a camels back,
eastern bound in a western town.
my destination is carved in rawhide,
and written in obsidian stone.