(Middle.)

even further, caused by the urge
from compass spines
the sooty feet bleeding out
by the quiet cool river
erupting in flames from
surging with the dead root
of winding woodland trails
as was promised, rather it was
acquiescing heaven,
rings sparkle
possess it
in passing glances,
make sense of it
trying to grab at it,
at the ends of fingers;
their gemstone knowledge
finally, but not in the sky
found on the whispers
that lead to an internal desert
of some focal point
the middle forgot
to wash the hands and
deftly as they flew across
stretching infinity
to remember the order of events.