circular breathing. pyramids
age and in lifelike time lapse
fall to decay on composite
meshed luminescent panels.
river salt moon. time lapse
wave trains, inhabitation, abandonment
corroboree. red light carries on
blinking at the base of the didgeridoo
by the chord running over to an amplifier
kick drum, reverb-drowning
sweeps cry like solar winds
woken by nightmares
walls of Resolutions drink the rite
pass the rite through
air already seething with
rhythms, parchment
particulate with versets stomped from dust
clove cigarettes, sweat flares, syncopated
questions – flying? flying? see
monochromatic, oceans, distance?
we, creators, we, numina
to you I wiggle all my fingers and say
your spine is a water blade. I offer you
a little sip, this gourd of holy water.
move in hula hoop, move with crystal ball
when the fire spits rainbows
back from the times of the pharaohs.
come, move inside, yellow spandex netting
our heads not noumenon
our heads honeycomb.
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