Midian Lynx

By appearing days ago in the wilderness,

She opens the trees muddy freedom,

Leaving what detail surfaced in the water,

Very judged in spots of libra,

Working in the midnight steel of the race,

Quoting the miles from face to face,

Slugging the branches between the ground,

Pearling the moon from the awful sounds,

And there camels came,

The realest of the natural game,

Under floors I think this is it,

Us in love is still a trip.