.~.~.~.~.

Matter-smasher
I'll be the beggar under your gaze
blurred world of history-making apron
living on borrowed everything
from thin films from black ridges
my eyes go wet on the world she inhabits
a filmy wall that breathes evening dews
our futuristic dreams suspended over a canyon
master keys to a meeting of the tracks
an age of cloud
the unmeasurable.

.~.~.~.~.