Conversation Between a Stag and a Thunderstorm

                Trying to pinpoint me? 

						   I am vast in this tiny forest

		It’s the heightened moon 
		you birthed me into		
		I fill myself with it

							  —burn bright burn out
							  etch the cavity of night

		I expand then diminish

									       the valley’s
		Like you, I am delicate—
		my pelt waxes to full as I fall 		

		a tatterling 

		I print each movement 
                with drunken hooves 
		clod the undergrowth 

								   Lignite Lightning
						   several sheets of scribbling
					       searching for your frequency


		in this liquid space— 

					        taut between root and antler
								            I am hooked