The search

Darkness dreamt the way across a bridge of silent blades
ivory teeth slung as heavens rope
twisted torn between volcanic brains
urged in forging fingers grip
So ceramic in smooth ebony face
the heavens organism 
hooked through the suctioning source
medication hero’s in weathers hail
circles pledged with yellow shining language forms
false cry tiny dotted vultures eye
think less think beneath that wet blanket bound
while death creates us
to be found