keep the door ajar, web the latch keep, warm the warn brass.

your departure is noticed, our house questions the loss, casts into the slip.

shave your swath, shiver in the delight of your mastery.

where do you go to shout, to whom do you shout.

the siren red is warning don't just talk the talk.

microsoft overlays panama city on my morning path, building image density skyrise.

clinging to the pure form, looking at the wavering reflection.

a plastic chair on a concrete slab, a figure alone in the wilderness.

have faith that each loose end is energy in search of connection.

cushioning comes packaged, dark matter remains.

on the worn surface, thoughts come as if new, to die alongside predecessors.

we feel the orbit of each other, darkness tempered with emotion, distance always shifting.

at the back of the cave, i have a part that lies unbidden, it twists a rope of denial.

red tube, can you remember the explosion?

as i move, you move, separate yet inseparable.

you shouldered 5 kilos of tropical wood, taking your joy in the shape through half the world's airport's, a wing that flew with you, no weight at all.

curiosity unfurled temporary furnishing, soft cover for the heart rock.

i notice i am drawing your face, every surface interprets what i am missing.

let the lightning loose, rain reconfigure the knots in neural networks.

the child says, look mum, i am a robot