Oh what a cavity am I
To take inside and flip the sky
Tossing to and fro on retina field.
Oh what a cavity I am
Consuming rye and ham
Whisking bits, to finger tips
And inner parts of eye.
Terra Hall has tilted in,
The lines are drawn,
They cast within,
And image in invert.
A double light shines about.
One warm on skin, has filtered in,
The other filters out.
Magnolia:
Ladle bowl unbending
sending scent and catching male
As we, and they
sail pale, like translucent artichokes
Thick, under bloom’n moon.