Evidence of Wind

Stun cold clouds
with eyes
wrung dry from flying
Bring close the supranatural seed of silver salt
Embrace those false surprises
of the dying
Inject your mind again with hidden faults*

Resurrect the exhalation
and the
invitation
Feeble hands, embrace your freezing lungs
Follow all the paths of loudest expectation,
triple in the proudest of the tongues

*Psalm 19:12