I see a runway gleaming
dove wings from nowhere
a silk hammer
bucking the golden fringe
steamroller shining over a clay knoll.

Chain's rust coloring a hill's outline
the bulb of the sun
cracked anew
in a glory of no ashes
rings of only distant vapor
the ripped stash
of cotton's meaning
a laser sword
the purple sash descended
forest deep and pinkie wide
the funk of love's persistence
in a loving groove.