DIAMOND MOON
I double humped round in roses
charm some vision in a paper cup.
Old Orestes from a diamond moon
rises from stained glass and finds
no meaning beyond my movement.
But only when worlds collide
will the silence of my Trojan Seas
protect me from his desert sands.
I am now an o-as-is only
but dare drink my deeper waters
you last king in a sandman’s dust.