Norse Code of Desert Colors (a poem)

Particulate desert sand drifts
a synaesthetic society’s plastic sawhorses
infinite Warholian cans flit
that planetary filling cruller crowd
dissolving sandstone
washing out sculptured sheds
-Cervantes’ captive years
hating tragic bird-kills of windpower

Hot solar wind on lifeless souls
photovoltaic cell captures wearing thin
sheets of ad hoc leftist clan plans
desert rams without life formed
theoretical wealthevolutions
revolving doors of employees
libbing poverty with cold frost
terminator line for night and day

Medium dot orgs Norse code
dash dot and dash across empty space
places where life once was
living millions of species
shrouded out to death
masking silence of red hues, blue mournings

Buckets of dreams listing to a side
Schrodinger wave functions collapsing
steady state of mass confusion
bouncing over the rolling sea
of inevitability resigned to fate
fate subducted in destiny
compacting today and tomorrows
with rye senseless humor of experience
too few seemingly with faith in the Lord
empanel the day
provide for the winter of nights
constructing life in the sand.