Hades escaping the first leaves of virginity
The realm of Io scattering molten silica
In degrees
Water drops from God’s shoulder burst and buried
Her eyes at my scar;  she stops the bleeding
Sucrose sun whetting the crest of a bee
The dutiful molecules of my shirt sleeves
Zaccheus in a sycamore tree
Her words on a southerly trajectory
Crawfish in my grandmother’s stream
The Battle of Moon Sound beaching infantry
A northern gannet nesting her babies
The decibels of smoldering wood beams
Flesh constructing hairs in the breeze
Molecules muddy as I try to breathe
Ghosts approaching the Andromeda galaxy
Stars floating to the top of the stream
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The primordial ooze moves with Gravity,
needing to see
Mistakes the motion for greatness,
the movement detected only in the imagination,
 shaping us into what we next will be.  
 Sometimes, Time slows until we are just a face, a breath and a word.  
 And we accept this weight of a memory.

Rastafarian perches on a BT wiring cab
Slapping dark green metal and screaming
Obscenities in Patois and nonsense
Alone.

          Passersby stare; shrieking oldies;
                                       laughing kids;
                                       bewildered Neil;
                                       and I

Sit drinking, taking it all in
Alone.

My trajectory
But for the lot of Gravity
Upon branches as corpuscles divinely drawing
The blood work into ORGANS:(n)
1) those unsteady agreements of chemistry warring
Seeping into the lea of each moment
We wince
As sunlight finds its way in

The stainless clockwork of my childhood
I was born with impossible skin
Life is a symphony until you hear it
And you set the typeface to Gin

Alcohol is the ignition of minutes
Every molecule burned to charcoal
Emotion is the universe unmasked
I regret the infinity of my Soul

Conversations neatly ironed
And folded between footsteps
Just where sunlight can’t seem to get
All words thud with the scud
Of our telemetry into earth
All heartbeats persist the precipice
She falls from

The universe hides as Emotion

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Scientific lust
For TUNING the dust
We are correspondence
Letters and bills
And conversations in space
(radio telemetry windmills)
Our adverbs and extrapolations
Carting imagination
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The clockwork of Delirium