The ink ran and the clouds
became day.
Serpents of laughter descended
from unformed trees
the hand of a disturbed god.

Branches punched a thicket of wounds
navigating the gas
of stars.

A leaf torn blaze of breezes
wet folding machinery.
Tables dripping that stretch
to the edge.

One fruit's mouth
engulfing the others.

Cell divisions
crying in the grip
of a canny enabler.
Paint scheming as it sets
bones glued to a seismic plan.

Oceans in a ring of tools
gawking at the beak
stabbed sand.

Murderous bodies that walk
from a stray vehicle
a particle's forbiddenness
worshiped.  Walls of steak
letting a vein dangle.