kowtow to the sky

it’s familiar but not quite
this unhurried swirl, 
this white sun-sea

vaulted &
vermilion pageantry -
rings & rings 

of shimmering
lifted bones from Earth's
beaten chest, tones

of the red red road
listing candle-bitten
& tapering to ever.

old gods with their
blistering sight
tilt blind, reaching trees

on a shadeless plain.
& mountains, a hasty PS  
somewhere beyond end

like swept-up darkness
surreptitious heaping
beneath a tall, albino sky