For Rest, For Trees

I have stretched and lumbered
out of the forest two by 
four by the time real
eyes lost the honey surprise 
and found my
self gone
gone beyond the gate 
there was a gate 
on that forest
I got rust in my blood
climbed the gate and there were
broken bottles and razor why
why would you moonrise such 
blockage at the edge of touch
touch wracked ages
so many old fallen dogs
and treasure
false treasure 
yellow minuets
dancing tentative sunsets
I peek again into the ears
of the clouds and I only
surmise for infection