Two birds sitting across from each other, having a conversation.

Just beyond the places
where I can see
there Is a land of mutable possibility
Where everything can become anything else
flower on the mountain
face of a dead man
bite of a spider
vast wash of ocean
bitter hands holding
a child of stone
two loveless birds
threatening to invade
conquering worms
abode
made of mud and tin
and hate-full gloom
that turns from
darkness to glowing
early morning light
two headless men
rode motorcycles
one after the other
Hells Angels or somewhat
Falling tenderly
Through the ages
Of space, time,
Fire…