Blankets filled with jagged letters

heaped upon my teething corpse

long ranks of heated wires

and a sky of whip shaped clouds

flowing to my seat

of wood and stone.

The fountain split

by solitudes disrupted

has erupted into soul.

Feathers and flakes of metal

stick to the lawn

outside the sanitarium.

The offices and classrooms

are abandoned,

the wide landscape

heals.