Fixes lick the velvet playground as we forge new maps to the celestial splendor
You've named your claim to the spiritual I.Q. of the elder tree and cast an after effect in the boxcars of enchantment,
out to everything in a flash of periphery objects animate.

Conjure larks, profound huffings & slackful sighs in our counting.
A token of memory served in boxes of cross wired this way and that, to a fortunate fall 
on cold drones of down ease you revise yourself.

Arranging the numbers to quotient a soul in the order of your years.
Sitting in your seat among the lanes of planes awaiting take off.  
We “wash-away-wash”  this brow high affair.
Taught to scoff the collage of quick-mend lunacy.
You speak of those who live by reason.

 What things will we invent in pipe tight dreams of starry geometry?
You set the stage in the round down rudiment to strew in the acrylic Maya.
Down led black his slight of hand, disorder of dark
undoing once familiar ground of fate/d bliss & heart star lost
the tawdry lick his present shift
on oracles unlaid
for anything at all

Regretting the long both, either of each.
Changing your form in brick batter contingency
In the shadow half open.
Where I leave off and you begin
in the crowded visible.