big sky wave like whale-tail smacked the surface
sipping on falling wonder of world fluids
wherewithal a hall of echoes resounds
crooked patio lines, I climb atop
here and now logical season, subconscious treason
we speak in rungs of tongues developing thumbs
downstream mirage alone pilot zig-zag journey
tunes in bloom that contrast a split second of doom
storm cloud surrounding your raincoat sanity
you can shift at will, without approval ratings or thumbs up
pulled invisibly in canoe, your own venom unearthed
overwhelming horizon resolve
imagery and sound barrier mixed like concrete
signals from the weeds.
