j'ai rêvé la nuit verte aux neiges éblouies...*

 the ascension of viridescent clouds towards mars

obligates the secular twilight of the northern skies

 with scant deposits of crystalline dust upon black earth
are small gatherings in quick time before night falls

and closes up tight behind a serpentine continuum

without the veiled urgency of an unstoppable flow...

"Les Fleuves m'ont laissé descendre où je voulais

Dans les clapotements furieux des marées..."*

["The rivers let me drift down where I would

Down through the furious splashing of the tides..."]

* selected lines from "Le Bateau ivre" by Arthur Rimbaud [1854-1891]

j'ai rêvé du ciel rougeoyant...

 the year is ending in flashes of infrared red

floated into the ambiguity of a porous reveal

 in the darkness sprouting rare amanita crowns

to ignite the delirium pulled into a frozen net

 of silver threads wrapped in concrete foil

spark growth the evercrimson tree of lucidity

free-soaring into the cardinal space of night

with no full safety floor to turn back to...