this fleeting

The night there all at once as if forever, the moon’s bright path cast down through wind and pine, the bare limbs tossed and troubled against Orion’s belly. The cost of everything counting on the bill come due. The strange peak of sky and shadow, the dancing in the dark bramble, feet falling by feel and count. Nothing as forever as this fleeting night. No one at home save the howling wind and the orphaned shore. 

Steel cup and black coffee. The temple full of loitering ghosts, the moon singing stolen songs, as the forest tangles in the wander of minds. Blood and bone spin their tales of tooth and nail, the long stairway spiraling into the depths, the sense of footsteps following softly in the dark. Life is legions of eyes and mouths always on you, a series of disappearances and accumulations, a set of symbols holding us by each name. Each bitter sip a bad mouthed multitude. Each letter sent a better left unsaid. 

All the secrets growl and whimper, the lectern of moonlight spilling down your legs as the words fill the ample. All the winds rush and rollick, tearing the shingles off the roof, setting a chill above the eaves. At once entangled and unraveled, the being fades in and out. Hands grasped and held breath, the wonder witnessed. Heaven is how you make it happen.