Plaque's got its hold on the blood
minnows of frost fly into the living spark
high-railed trees streaming gelatin
steamed eyes through the socket of planet nest
nets of fallen branch yellowjackets
fast-moving sky on the bones of the back
funkadelic docks in boat-nudging motion
wave on wave rolling poles of the earth
benched bodies rippling with secret strength
strobe light whipping all over the world
salt islands in glazed water whimpering dirt flesh
shining the knob of the sun as it unfurls its signal
plunging it deep in the self that shimmies into the mirror.