For Fors Fortuna...

antigone,antagonize

lionize the sheep
always get eaten
lambs woven
into the tall grasses
outreach water
where roots
shorten their hold
trade the comfort
of a worn home
for the strongest grip 
and tightest leash
on memory
that can keep quiet

 near where spun gravity

slips by unseen
never staying
past the turn

or careen
to a moment

all ready
lionized
with lying eyes
the sheep
burn and rise
blinded
beaten
and reprised
each lick
the wind
peels against
the sin

sweetens her skin
furthering

fathering

 the daydream

leaning in

ripening

in the dark

holding time

in a jar

fireflied

again