Being bereft of aberration is abhorrent,
I am the whence of a will.
Camællias suddenly come into ripe blossom
I danced in blue light at least an hour that night.
I stumbled between songs.
I slip but don’t fall.
Felled the tree before the hanged.
And a fool found herself upside down,
A head full of clouds and reservoirs of water.
In the dark, a cardinal dances on his branch.
Like a Stellar’s Jay.