Pine Mountain

as the spirits rest in the ice
smoke and roots remain with our dreams removed
in your orbit we're confine
oxidized in the cloudburst, the blood shines through

soaking deep in the swamps
one look back I'm immersed
rest in the pools with the weeds
river lights are reversed

the abyss, the heavens and sky
vapor trails like track marks on broken ground
delirium flows free and the smoke rolls in
damage done, I know

stillborn memories arise
on cataclysmic descent
clear-cut marshes and pines
turning the ax on yourself