Find your way in
the rubber lips pursed
hold around your personal pulsar composite
to the storm that is
strung out the metallic word
burn the insatiable need
immortals frame their arms
against proto-suns by the weak gods of the third
wave
abysmal by your seek
turn and face your shadows
react against the resistance
reach for the sink
below August’s pale causes
the
grammatical urge to scream
hardwired into veins
sent away energy dream of shaking sculptures
reign over the amphibian shell
the carapace that was my hope
that is
me