I am a work of imagination
or I'm imagination working
teams of neurons waiting
to find out
rally themselves somehow
and shoulder to shoulder
suppose something
I am a bumblebee dance
others jiggle in laughter
this goes viral in my cells
a small smile curls my lips
they are all humming now
and volunteer a deep breath
I wonder

I'm steaming
out of run
and it the sun
'at has its grip
'at's havin' its fun

in this pool
of my ablations
i turn my face
to warming
vibrations
what in
a shallow pool
rolls its white
underside
up in hope

It's hard to perceive
inside your slippery smooth
ness what you're seeing-ness
yeah I know tho
none of anyone's business
ness  'cept is mine yeah
mine as I divined you  
I think up an' design u
really hope my words
turn u and then wonder
while your mind refines
me and finally consigns me
and just whose mind less
ness confines me is best
left to the reader no one
has imagined ness

I wonder about you
why you're here
"was it death
is it the beer"
or worse the death
of beer
these not ringing true
say nothing small
about you
poured out bits
poked about
evidence, oh, of what,
are you evidence
and for how long
of what, time lists
us out a letter today

Oh, Okay
and we king
of the hillers
build a busy world
and fight over it
please, ladies
don't say
Oh, Okay

I reconfigured
the pulse emitters
and that did it