Hold me down, Sand prays, to dusk and
musk, purple black sheathed with frost,
the Concord grape of
Krishna's shoes
            with golden tips and toes
and soles.
The stars are variable sprays,
golden geometric rays
of twisted silk. Crimson lining unfolding.
Achtung! Loose lips. Beware.

                                      Here comes Soot.
“Subtle Profundity,” by Ho