Ganglia of stopped-up days
fresh cut leaves on the skull plate
sensing light and heat
from the love of the creator destroyer
harmony of hands on a stuffed gunnysack
seeds of warped time
running a rippled grate

totalled seconds scanning a passionate wall
its chiselled emptiness
a desk chair's ledge
the waves of hair that spring from limbs
a warning vessel in the blood
of a timely stranger
tipping hills and dumpster boxes' acid
trails of radioactive paint
the yak head's drooling arm.