Tilting head side to side, trying that

sickly crick, a frail crackle swimming

pricked up ears.

Not to free such finely embroidered

tension, but what a dog does with its

head when presented with peculiarity.

Mixing the swirled nuclei of brilliantly

colored marbles.

Your high strangeness puts the tick

in my nervousness, supine-stalemate we

protest for full disclosure of intelligent life.