A Dream of Parakeets Within Stone

The early light of dawn
Nothing but your decisive mouth!
From her mouth and her hand make out
poppies of the earth,
using its misunderstood light
pockets of lightweight aluminum changed into cedar
Under the demonic moonlight night time of insufferable starry sky
the lifelessness of the light, the energy of the clay
the raucous hat that relaxes in your flute!
The happy wickedness of the entranceway!