Life filled up with bile flowers in the bottle
the bottle zapped cold with answers
tone perfect manifold oxygen plan man
sends kisses into the zone of walled-off horror
bats lashes for the mist of Everest
when orangs stand erect breathing is fed to an inner layer
water on Earth exists as ice locked up
grout from half-marbles wandering lumps of dust
men takes care of the sewage and a red longitudinal band of airstones
the fulcrum around the outer edge of each teardrop in transmitted light.