pick corn all day
wear my hands raw
on cotton bolls
redden my neck raw
in the hotness
milk Bessie,
fatten up the golden calf,
or catch the gold of sunsets
the shine of moonshines glistening
or writhe this poem of us,
in a field in spring
me spinning around you
you drinking me in
in this fair field tonight,
me love.

how deranged , can
I do letters , arrange
verbs
displayed black on white
noun verbally
portray points
of my brain taking in
electrical impulse
pulses painting reality,
neurologically composed symphonies
I give in to it.

the heat freezes
bearings seize heating up
until frozen
un-movable
against all
the wrong gets
un-bearable
then I shut down
go off far
away where gravity
and hopelessness
and physics
where energy is
no more hot.
Stop it all.
freeze time,
suspend gravity.
float back,
eventually?
cool down,
back to
Earth.

greying in the distant
add
   white and black
the horizon  dissolves
   off

the depth
comes forefront
    becomes colored,
stands resolved a painting
  of spires in
the distance
temples nearer
            horizons
hills over
    we climb.