The Practice of Excess

Exaggeration loves itself 
too much for words
its actions are extravagant forkfulls
spoonlifted to imponderable nights.

More than midnight cascades
make waterfalls out of dewdrops
for every blade's grass
is scythed below the base.

Soil swords swing recklessness
from the clifftops, the mountain rooves
with hooves weighted by the planet,
from star horses to big bang buffalo.

Exaggerations practices excess
to deny limitation
to carry excitation
from medium to high.