The world’s fats & wild offerings!
Radial exhalations, shadow & silk!
All that rushes through your twinned
globes, heating the irises.
Keep every phoneme
fungible, without weight.
Swimming field, no anchor.
Let your cries move
as thunder does—
scraped of connotation.
Let no meaning land
in the wake.
Let vocables bubble.
Allow distance to remain
unaccounted for
in every green and stone,
for miles upon miles
where no things assume
a fixed distance.