no terminus

a billion noises
the black mount transpires
of birth and freedom and heaven and hell


that witch moaned in disgrace
of threads that covered her with bareness
the leash that whipped wild open
has the blues fixed in the place


i am more than the things
that merely overwhelm
and those firsts that turn you upside down
what joy could the youth share with the evolved
but age whips still ahoy
whips of bliss and misconceived highs.

i amt the witch because you knew not what to call
that uninvented, unprocured and unimagined joy.