SUSPICION

SUSPICION
by BZ Niditch

This must be
a great dream
in darkness
to cover us
in blanket suspicion
at first light
burning up
with high incandescences
of cabin fever
to wish for water
from nightfall’s escape,
we oscillate
like blackbirds
on oak branches
to drink in
liquid silences
shattered by time
buried in volcanoes
of half-speech
unearthed
by ripples of phantasms
while turnning
in shoeless moves
from a daybed,
destiny dawns
on untuned sounds
unhinged images
signal thoughts
deep within.