Aluminum tubes packed with chatting meat shot like bullets deep into the dark flesh of dawn. Pillars of poured stone. Buffed sheets of bent metal. Songs injected in the ear sanding dreams as smooth as glass Signals in from the clear and endless air, while at the south pole a white eye stares without blinking into the deep silence where signals go out but no answers echo. Slim soldiers, sunken in a torpor behind the alarm wire.
Trees dance without the wind.
Sleeping far off sirens slash the dark. Nails scribble love letters on stainless steel. Soul suits of dried weeds and reeds sewn by leather fingers with strips of dry skin. And the clouds rose over night in golden blooms against the jadegleamed wall of trees until the gull pirouetted down on evening's fade. And your wine was cold upon my lips.