Dial up bones
punched silk in a courtyard
skin's water boiling off
eyes floating in bronze tapioca
threads of blue fuel
pouring towards the alphabetized heart
the touch of liquid metal.

Stuck to an ascending wall
the tin spirits rise without roots
to the hemorrhaging sun
hot ink in the affected silos.

Wings transparent flick
across the cobalt sprinkled mica
checkerboard pipes vomit linoleum fangs
rippled ground's horizon window
an arrow's ocean
crawling vine's light.