open roadside

beaver crossing dissolves
into abandoned clock drifts   past   unnamed valleys
 streets bleeding into silence

house
masks drift in circles
corridors of baby 
ash

Star gathers itself beneath hollow whispers   through folded air
Glass rooms of bone

without margins of fever)
 mirrors
violin threads    coil  across childhoods of dust

families scatter
the throat without walls)

evolution stops  echoes continue burning
  corridors of iron
slip outward
dissolving
smoke in dream-light