I will shake new leaves
from the mishap tree
The dots will disconnect
from the blood rust
The new light breathes mad flowers
Mad seeds loop the worlds
Chaos feeds everything
I reap from the misaligned
fresh cuts of birth
Zero promises
I will be what I believe
and relativity besets belief
time and zeitgeist pacing
awareness the fate trigger
I poke it with myths
to bag a dragon
I augment that howl
let the poets fall out
the unsolved quickening