Portentous Quatrain #5

Their tribes like sentient clouds in nature roam

Like ours, the drive to feed and guard the womb

The custom to which maps demand an end

In tin with paper packed, no ways to wend.

Turrell Skyspace

Portentous Quatrain #4

From the house of special purpose, ride on
White coats confounded, shroudless siblings rest;
Demure, the pious grifter welcomes home
Imperial dolls to sanctified nest.

The Racetrack Playa

Portentous Quatrain #3

The frigid pressure of a hundred worlds,
The crack and shudder in a miscast bell:
Above, the pallid grifter fleeces fold,

A flame in darkness, crab a terse farewell.