The construction stained a grain of salt
with the peeling and coring of windfalls
detailed three-dimensional colleagues
revealing every bump and individual nerve burrow
a radio slab, the back of my head resting in an open plastic box
the new rose was set free in conference
two white doves were declared bright and clear
as the name jabs its forked lance in the stratosphere
a scientist-photographer formed within the bolt
cameras extended a strong ass between two burdens
the vestibule of space
and he saw that rest was good