it's not an optical

illusion when you

see a blackbird,

evened by your blink.

as if underlined by a

ruler.

periodism

charting ****.

a topsy turvy jig

repolished the patinaed

brass.

of a statue lent to liberty.

a humanoid eiffel tower--

with Atlantic hopefuls.

vomiting on her sandals--

here & there.

an exquisitely wrought

bowl.

brass blown to the upper

echelons of leafage,

curved so.

the snake charmed lazy of

wick-- can cake in the tightrope

of sandalwood wax.

begging traceries  of that

saintly podge.

as these reconnecting digits

softly grind away at those fragrant

intellectualizations.

after caressing the wick.

eight gutted rattlesnakes

neatly wrapped around

a Saguaro Cactus.

bound like a barren

hostage.

extreme temperature

fluctuation installed a

potent strain of darkened

arts.

strobing moths, the breadth

of a baby's open hand--

off the air as quick as their

first debut.

pinned to every needle.

Antarktikos...

overlays truing north.

so metaphor can

twice-place.

the embedment of

meaning

before thing~

as gray is intermission's

supposedly...

pegged with rotted fruits,

& fresher vegetables.

by stagehands that spray

paint lightbulbs of memory.

with enough pressurizations

to loosen them.

so they will eventually

disperse the: Tao.