hovering above the streets­are you?
wandering lost lanes­ransacked­rainwashed
neoned out ov recognition
the signs­are all in languages alien
filters­blind you to the lustrous lost ones
out on the streets­walking when there were none

­ shields up & weapons hot­
what we do­where we live­this is poetri
slipping thru crax & burrowing past defensive barricades
applied to an odd world­
a lifetime ov other people's filters
never fits into the­boxes we construct
& karve out ov time's waves
it's the woundment­movement/moment
pressure fills gaps­

­ striding out ov dark places­eyes bent to all points
where b4 there were only black holes
drawing multiple event horizons
into the timespace ov a moment
singularity filling our gaps
pressure­ov movement
gravity­ov nullspace & its crowd ov missing objects
pens pomes piercing looks peace panik pools ov tables tables ov
pools
profound pauses­phantasies­
pacing out ov the past­all b4 is in shadow

­ among islands ov earnest enigma­you are rite to be concerned
where letters are eyes staring from pages
­ bringing to being
that which should remain­brainbound
swamped by smoke & mirrors
phaseshifted lites & attitudes worn
lyke vestments ov territorial vacuousity

­ ƒƒƒƒ
  nothing travels in a straight line

are we the brain
are we the one
this universe our frame
much more than these­crude marx on a page
are we the people
no more than rock mined
no more than waters diverted
no more than the stolen child/job/life
we are future­exploit us  if u dare
inexorable­this sutra serpentine
  no more than a point ov reference
a crossroads­available to none who will not try­
recognise reconcile relinquish
for are we dust
are we­what to do?
no more economies­flags no more