THE WEAVE:

…Moonie calls the Sun,

and leaves a message…

"Stark.  That is 
how the Day looks

Now; Like Sun
-shine, when you leave

the cave; Like 5G
towers, strung across

the Plains;  Like Seashells
in the Desert-scape.

Premonition.  It is stark,
Here, in the tipping

place, wHere 'have been'
and 'not yet' stay on

their respective pages-
like an opened book,

with leaves missing
from the melding

phase wHere frog
-people boil, slowly,

because no one wants to
notice the change

in temperature."