Leaking violet clouds paint rock
and grass with vacant letters
guitar-shaped feet walk over smoldering paths
mute fungoids learn to tongue through their ears
outward brain on a cemetery step
walking to the sky on a smooth incline
where moss slides like silk to the triangle death
savior's planted in granite
long walks on the ceiling of a convenience shop
that lead to a can of fizz stop
keleidoscoped alleys churning gold trash
winged hands on the rooted machine core
that makes love make love
tin switches turning to clay gears
felt buttons that depress eternity
without a click, a daffodil's fist.