Harmon mute hardscrabble,
swept changes reverberate  

token horizons off the floor,
summer flight for altitude 

following the weather vane
feather hinged and forgotten 

with amplified power, mango
syncopate elixir, lovingly 

bemused steel strung
disorder shot in an ulta- 

light polyurethane. It is
violet wind, wild organics 

on the other side of sun
glasses, harvest emerald 

supranormal numerated on
uptoned gravity, equatorial 

message beamed to echo
bottomless mass inductions 

spun clockwise out of time,
molecular confection ripe, 

like water, like air, blended
space momentarily solving 

I me mine, a briefly charged
repose ever to slide by again.