seven sublime lords practice breathing
their chests cease movement and bold eyes alight
fever rips ancient hearts glow of dawn in burning rushes
sieving colored stone pellets grouped in greens and reds and blues
choosing novitiate class of dreams lone source of learned pride
the idealistic stylings forced then freed from mortal limitation
so wetness space ether
so binds the homeless jargon of me of my
pain for the blessings of strangers
hands are the motive
for who we are
for what we do
to those
minds blissless and mammalian and freakish
intent on destination at the end
cold sidewalk twist cul-de-sac
red blood is an excuse
to upload morality
and sorrow an amphibian shield
against reptilian elegance