For some reason
solitary refinement is a plastered ceiling
with days congealing
painted surfaces running down in beautiful rain
Clear drops of water
meaningless as fogs and vapors
steaming and meaning the star’s shine works
with all of the black holes of destiny
Breaking on through
wildlife sightings
kites transfer charges true windowed
stickers on one side to another
Free electrons at last
free outlasting days of nights
tortures of censures
rented treble clefts
Adaptive brightness like
dances of arthritic hippie tricks
-a reflecting pool of cleaner bleach
evaporated green life unto the sky.
