Night

Night: one mora
Walls: closed like hexagons 
Night: one mora 
Autumn: breathless and tired of waiting for
honeybees with hearts so loving...
Night: winding about pierced by rings of rainbow rays
the gods criss-cross making their dances through these bands 
of letters erased in midst much mashed mute words

The night is fire and mires the world
The night is fire and sires the world 
The night is fire and the world wire

All seems to vanish even the mountains nimbly
Night