Roads penetrating the great wheel of space.
Cages opening from the body.
The path of the eyes through meat.
Poly rhythms crossing the midsection.
A grand parade of blood cells.
Open mouthed clouds, little fence post sitters.
The silhouette of fire on all our ice cream.

Tagged numerals who put on bodies and rebelled.
Elongated dreams that throw them across their chosen dark.
Churning the womb of heavy metal air
with cranked, skinny limbs,
hovering on hands toward no doorway.
Blooming into the earth when dropped,
and beautifully there.

Ace of white hot fires
this blanket of flesh is still moving.
Tiger flea, long fanged opossum,
canal roots gathered like tangerines
around footprints.
We'll climb birches after each other
til the paper wears off.