Primitive light envelopes the birch logs in heliotrope. 

Autumn leaves adopt an auburn glint. 

Crouched moon in the southern sky. 

This is the place astronomers call

Shattering dawn - 

The transposing line

Betwixt transgression and virtue;

where night makes a choice. 

This is where my liquor dwells, where appearances 

dissolve on the cellar floor;

where lovers become smitten with Brick.