which is fuel when is dawn
leftover heat from our last biggest explosion
white hot fog becoming black body lovingly measured
every photon casts a shadow
every thought a sunfilled meadow

which is fuel when is dawn
leftover heat from our last biggest explosion
white hot fog becoming black body lovingly measured
every photon casts a shadow
every thought a sunfilled meadow

body of prisoner restless seizing breathless on shore
light on water quiet and slow
dripping from the oar
toward a tunnel out there an island
a kiss in a short and happy dream

some where in earth space time
vector to raster to target
drone the sounding
collected electromagnetic watching each other
unbroken layers correlating cellophane
under tarmac floor to ceiling doorstep and doorstep corner with corner rooftop allover on up into orbiture
layers and layers around and through
our slowly expiring starlight

morning grey molding parts environment
brittle intermetallic layers separate
breaking arc
slow corrosion permanent gate biasing
serial resistance dislocations point defects discharge electro
static
broadcast
static
order of the day

orbs lofted into gentle arc
falling toward event horizon
speed of center
spinning motion
surrounding air buffeting flight
uneven friction unbalancing
gravities love embraces
net

to
gathering gaining advancing
all nations society salvation
through
sincerity
first step front line there
strength from all things
no matter where they read it
whose god they say said it
a means to prevent or deter access to peace love understanding
is making shit up

schooling in shimmering disruption infinite spectrum
eating raindrops
up a ladder through a stage beyond
upstreamenergy
downstreamstrife
hydropower
all this current is ocean calling

red line as bloodline
red line under bottomline
red line of fiery sun in pipeline
red line twisted into lighttwine
red line restoration neighborhood community prometheancityinvestmentline

love is our journey from star
to star

words about our fraught body beautiful
boom
sky in spring egg blue
struggle passion
matadors and gravity
baseballs flying straight pure natural
touching
nobody nothing but here
