Fragrances and stenches
Words slipped below the fog
Simple opposites exposed
And shivering to
The wing’s cold shoulder
Standing out broad
Liquid of the porous rock
Leaking
Like a ragamuffin basted
Fragrances and swords
Competing in the grass
White within the bleak of black
Fuzz and vague
As sound as the whitened noise
Of the descending waterfalls