when I awaken
I extend my finger
towards a panel of dancing light-
did you know that its veins were torn from a mountain?
a whole hierarchy of angels
living inside the earth
were turned to transistors
so that my letters
could glow in your hands.
when I learned this
I began sleeping beside a stream,
in the places where I could watch
wires dance-
beneath wooden pillars and their flimsy black arms
whispering secrets in permanent embrace.
every night I would dream
to the forward noise
of churning water;
of fluid drifting through the air unseen
or pouring from life long past-
terraforming
for the maintenance of symmetry.