The swath of energy, constant swivels over chaff and stalk, alike
I come down from the great pinging creature through the rainbow’d pockets of heat it’s already released I’m always thinking about the loyalty of gauges like simple friends or the starchiest click’d acquaintance, they point as best they can to the truest truth of the moment
Communication is never tangible but it can be aspired to through it you can tame voids or in haste, consume the fawn bedded neathe the stalks or ignore the odor until the flames lick out the hopper
Tell me
how the brigade goes earnestly chaining so we’ll visit at the bar later
Even hacking up black dust, I am grateful for my hours of seeing it through the panoramic window of the county bathysphere
I spin with my feet my right hand outstretched if I go fast enough I feel the air on the pads of my fingers A cool counter top summoned in any time or orientation I desire If I could eat it, it would taste like sherbet It’s too bad there wasn’t ever any mystery in the marble smoothness of my own little atmospheric disturbance even when I was too little for my hand to make an audible whistle