By order of the rotundas
The demi seated in the absolute
As arranged by the sea-stricken guides who guide us there
and make for orators of imperishable caliber
He follows the needle
All the way down
How it flaunts and moves like a heart attack
But it was programmed to be such an experience
by those of better knowledge and memory
through the dank, cracking greens
and deep red mountains moving little by little by wind
into which the feet sink without any vine to hold onto
no cold to ensue
the image of the needle under the grimy glass in the scratched steel case atop the sand piles
the image of the man ever under