// experiment-iii
eyes glowing static, she's smiling music
wires more visible without the mouth's rhythm
here in her angel-cage.
Barefoot and dainty in the city street, where a pathway first reaches out:
a different node of infinite botanical patterns,
magnifying chemical reactions
streetwalkers and cigarettes, fingers trembling
with gutter longing, mud-smeared seeds, roots-showing bleached in flowers--
a shadow memory of some astral flight, through pulse-pressing crowds
down upon her pavement
Meanwhile, he's somewhere, her great golden everything,
dizzy and determined, beauty inherent
perched among clouds woven of these essences,
constrained and rewritten by neon identities
up in the towers that spear his space to heaven
But this is only a top rung: some monolith piercing the lights,
all connection opposing the union
of bass
low-frequency speaker resonating
And on the altar steps, his daughter crouching
fragile by feeling, especially in her head
one he'd hurt
at the perimeter of all things
he can see
--sea--
here
--hear--
(omniscience)
her rendered eyes overtake his glance
blue sand stinging for a spectacle of sirens
floating by the hands
and he's falling.
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