Roads on a rope of land
link miles of wax
straw hinges
in an auditorium of barking dogs
clay mouths moaning discontinued names
from a blank wall

carts rolling molten heat
til they stick in place
long glass halls with their files of bugs and birds
cut out structures pouring garden pools
through swallowing swamps
edge walkers eating painted fingernails and lax hair
cracking wrists and necks in the forked branches.