Rotten berries

Only in the unrisen Sun
Motion allows the vineyard
Scampering feet: old, cheery, older
Through milestones of plastic gold
Ere morning sings a searing note

Life, orthogonal to life, orthogonal to life;
Out-of-plane rotations: a tarot’s revelation
Sweeps fate as devourers hunt

Voiceless knelt terraced hills
Korzybski spirals: outer skies become
Tender emerald coils – stars
Galaxies, nebulae, the wild hunt of Odin
Through names ancient and unspoken
Trace visual poems to each dawn

Rotten berries are the most alive.