Ignis Fatuus

In the twilight of my audacityI saw you flee the world, the burnt

Of summer gave up their light:

Followed you with the uncommon

Of fear-supported and disbursed eyes.

Towards the dark that harries the

Of dawn I pursued you only.

I

Companionless.

The seething

Of cornstalks, the rat-pillaged

Censured the lunar interior of the night.

High in what hills, by what

Are you intelligible?

Your fierce

Beyond the nubian bulwark of the

Sustains the immaculate sight.

To the green tissue of the

Worm I have come back, two-handed

The chase, and empty.

I have pondered

Carefully, and asked:

Where is the

When the pigeon moults his

Or exile utters the creed of memory?