it's running, the mass is bigger than our span, the surface flips back what we see, shields its depths.

somewhere your fire smoulders, a beacon that pulls me forwards, reading your uncertain signals connects one day to the next.

we want the showman's best elixir, will take any bond for the honeyed light to touch us.

opening your hand there is a hollow where all the creases meet. you show me again how to move between worlds.

we lie together in the mud, you breathe through me still.

transition hides, blind within. the brittle wall of the crucible just enough.

leaf and tree, water and sky a merger that fires my mirror neurons towards love.

you sat tight in the black shell of your SUV, a detonator in the mouth of the city mall, and i saw the insubstantial wings of a moth sucked into stillness on the damp tarmac.

can you feel other options tugging at the wheel?

the body of the beach is flowing east, as cells in you discard their past and leave for the wilderness.

complexity can insulate change. the direction of growth bides it's time.

at any table feed the empty mouth, close the gaping wound, hear the silent voice.

a torso is barely a ladder for the anxiety that rises, a form held with love as the insistent drama leaves.

our fingertips double a sensory universe, tools extend our claim and blunt our knowledge.

what is it you carry, sealed within your body, that will ignite and shatter your world?

mining for what pays, a cost dear to life.

she said, help me, don't harm me cross over and learn. what i need is what you need.

the last scap of river front saved from the gated houses by our pride for the magna carta.

positivity may grease the wheels contrails cross out the sky, yet i save the banner of your primary colours.

a city of small rooms lit at night bodies as mass yet thin walled apart.