Stilted wanderings
that end in a glow.

Peak fringe eroded,
the bridges bend.

Shops in the chinks
of an ever extending spine.

Swirl of vapor
descending into language.

Cartoon bodies,
no cartoon falls.

Lamb's curl
on the iron
midwife.

Sandwiches of scripture bologna,
charred by hot teeth.

Lids of a metal grave
to make noise over.

One paw signing a map
the lightning's condition.