Immersion Trench Reverie - Yellow Eyes

Forgot the dream that led me to the cane

But how the rattle tempts me

Wide and scraping

Sit and dry

Make mica on your skin

Divide your forearm

Like a stack of yellow news

Muscovite sheath

Thick billfold fray

New glinting slots the sun can breach

The cane flares open just before a hill

I see the bronze plate water gleaming

Flawed like pollen, settled and was cast

A spectrum frozen flat upon the gleam

Now gold has turned to black

Frogs pierce the ear

I’m in the cane

Forgot the dream that led me here