scissor

the narcissus of wind's flower overflowing
to recapitate the heads of seeds
pollen or dander off godDisses fragrant brows, here
in twilight's twin's eye of unborn blue morning
holding the witches in stead of sleep before coffee
errands and yoga behind the wheel
drags human toil into the mudane sects of appearances
as athena knows marble best played
not by eye by ear as fingers
unseen plink the cornice of colonade in geometric collusion
with golden ear hairs no scissor
ever cut