Maple - Fall - Stream (draft 2)

Several hypotheses occurred without evidence:
Openings in choral forests drown in the sun's
utter light, the omission of umbrage, foliage.

A leaf that was holy in its fingerling etchings.
This was no mistake of voracious feeding,
of a scaled pinching insect.

Circuit grazing empties skin
with the sureness of itself as canvas--
carbon detaching itself to find a mate,
a something that combines.

A little bit of every something in the shape
of this leaf, the flowering river waves
dense with shadow, steeped in silt.

The twitching (stained glass workshops)
of the scaled pinching insect manifest
the mouth of God Inside.

The little bit left in-between
comprising strokes.

The left behind composes more
than the glimmer on the stream.