I ran away w/ renegade, detached
                       minds as madness poured from lively veins
                       just around the next corner
                                          the next sunrise is coming back
& probably won’t fit in this doorframe –
windows will have to be thrown in these famously anti-famine
atomic streets:
                                    embrace strange days
                                    erase mechanical raised hands &
                                    photographs will be imprinted on our fingertips
                                    at the touch of
                                                            a
                                                                 button..

I’m spinning: these planetary, capillary eyes are rising & singing & reaching
              for a voice w/ a face for this moment as  I'm standing on these stargazing rooftops

never to be heard from again..