Magus

He comes alone 
in borrowed shoes 
divining his way 
with eyes blind
in their sockets.
Cloaked in threads 
stolen from deep 
and obstinate 
forests of sleep, 
pockets swollen with 
memories, he conjures trees 
that never were, 
with branches that twist 
and turn back and insist 
on devouring the earth 
which cannot hold him. 
Beneath a rind of alien 
stars, with alphabets of 
warm desire, he taunts 
the moon and bares his 
scars and dares the earth 
with stone and fire, and
dares the earth to rise 
and wake to voice his  
bloodsong, this daybreak.