Exploring silent galaxies
torpedo jet-stream memory;
channeling a dream of things
that leave a sour taste
if only briefly
Sudden as a cause of death
spinning circles like a fiend on meth.
tungsten vision paranoid.
legs draped over mounds
stacked. plastic cups on top
golden optical fibers.
When light goes out to warm the other side of earth
merchandise holds still. blue facade cracking.
the owner never feels alone inside
between symmetric waves and cliffs,
the rumble of engines creates a white noise
that hovers above the pacific.