Shadow torn spring turned bright
thirst dug in the smooth
of the mud drained ditches
lost in the gizmo heart
of a mechanistic scene
turning pipes to pull
dead lengthening hairs
from the mountainous underbelly
the swing set's leather seats
flinging a cart's worth
of ambulance tools
bed-springs ringing
in battered ears
fresh vines climbing a ladder
to gash the helm of sun
carving a seat in sexual plastic
cracking the moon-torn code
elastic labyrinth
caved in by echoes
resurrected in steam.