Aga and the hornet.

Smokeless fuel of a collective time lapse 

fernery naga hornet nesting in drapes

Of brittle fingered Machinist the summer of 

Falling sticking clover above one who meet with totem 

The nameless marching ladder into the months 

Slipping away from the caped maiden long overdue 

indoor dry climb out the depths of disputed 

Vents of the granite roads sweltering on 

fallen Stones of olive wax.