strange wings illuminate the
weirdness of frozen fears in a basket
myopic fiends of an age
that still rise like a tide of oligarchs
and yet
the sweet revenge of the puma
loves a violin aria
believes daring to dance
the twining legend
of space
a significant idiot
solid as a molten kiss in the fire
transcendental woos of downy feathers
and elfin whirls
the forgotten lore
of cat skills and evermore===

Life is a feather,
Life is a plant
delicate, translucent,
edged in silver

Our world is a spine
brittle, splintered,
cracked by the time
of atomic aspirations
to live
is to squirm,
to shudder,
palpitate, dehydrate,
in the convolution
of terrified exploding rage:
the radiation of humans==

I am a table of food
a maze
I amaze
I peek from the edges
I am a caterpillar in the sun
I am the part in a large curtain
I am the first bird of the morning
Let me expand…
I am the stride of a wolf
The tip of a pen
The top of a full glass
I expand
I do not drift like ashesI am the stone that burns