10 minute sonnet 012, 05-28-2016 "crave the hunger"

Across the moon's coarse dusk the basilisk
scurries, frenzied talons wide and over
our eyes he leaps, one sheep he leaps these crawl
through my sifted mind- dreams are so soon

realized, ingenuities bereft
of order will impose a tattered ruse
on the window of our lacquered house
in the dark, the last fright, vermouth as soft

as pillowed whispers, dawn on dawn, blue soft
against the fuchsia, orange. Candle light
mornings, premonitions of darkness- sight
lost as we seek to impose order. Sift

instead through tainted realities. Wolf
the foregone, crave the hunger, remain aloof.