Canon in me
We are one living secret
Stranded symbiotic in a simultaneous subway
Worlds webbed together under green
Mossy moats of the oldest Regime
Shadow sanity: an off-color orange
Hiding itself hermaphroditic in the roundabout
Wings waiting for a surprise entrance
Never to come alone or in silence
Singing broken through a billion voices
Adrift in the wave-pool crash of time
Tremulous narrative rippling with continuities
Lost to the laser-light door jammed wide
With weapon-wails of carefully forgotten caterwauls
Reflecting-back only monotone shades of blank-canvas
Coincidence
Lost translations take tactile shape and spin
The wheel back before our eyes were understood as
The origin of all explanation outside the black-canyon
Divers will come to see for miles--while saying
Nothing of value
Sleeping on the surface in a bathysphere body
Lost somewhere beneath the eye’s unbeknownst ocean
Correlating the cornea’s eventuality endless beyond
The event-horizon halo holding humanity hostage
In breathing-apparatus aisles of incandescent uncertain information
Scrolling with insinuations of evacuation at the eleventh hour
Unnerving even the oldest amongst the Darwinian disciples
Reverting back to ring around the Rosary to pay the ransom
Off the runway straight-down into a nose-dive dance with the
Dirt-mile mirror ball as a mercurial liquid flowing up into the
Electromagnetic awareness awakening the deep blue undercurrent
Mass coalescing unto the aggregate climb around the free-feeling firelight
Unmasking midnight miracles for the children of the Moon--
Stranded symbiotic in a simultaneous subway
Worlds webbed together under green
Mossy moats of the oldest Regime
Shadow sanity: an off-color orange
Hiding itself hermaphroditic in the roundabout
Wings waiting for a surprise entrance
Never to come alone or in silence
Singing broken through a billion voices
Adrift in the wave-pool crash of time
Tremulous narrative rippling with continuities
Lost to the laser-light door jammed wide
With weapon-wails of carefully forgotten caterwauls
Reflecting-back only monotone shades of blank-canvas
Coincidence
Lost translations take tactile shape and spin
The wheel back before our eyes were understood as
The origin of all explanation outside the black-canyon
Divers will come to see for miles--while saying
Nothing of value
Sleeping on the surface in a bathysphere body
Lost somewhere beneath the eye’s unbeknownst ocean
Correlating the cornea’s eventuality endless beyond
The event-horizon halo holding humanity hostage
In breathing-apparatus aisles of incandescent uncertain information
Scrolling with insinuations of evacuation at the eleventh hour
Unnerving even the oldest amongst the Darwinian disciples
Reverting back to ring around the Rosary to pay the ransom
Off the runway straight-down into a nose-dive dance with the
Dirt-mile mirror ball as a mercurial liquid flowing up into the
Electromagnetic awareness awakening the deep blue undercurrent
Mass coalescing unto the aggregate climb around the free-feeling firelight
Unmasking midnight miracles for the children of the Moon--