Modified Darkness

A fire dark soul and its wishes 
Smoke's patina is an image machine 
Beaches, mountains, dust

Petrichor sunrise and a coot herd 
Ready to make spindly log legs
Into an awkward retreat 

Ahead of the day and accidental status 
Above sees below on the ripple tide 
Of fear and heated dread 

Back to bed cannot be a duck 
For when those legs go motionless 
The effortless swim goes under the lake dark sea