The reactor reached
the last number
of pi. And the clouds
were throwing
giant green glass bottles
at one another. Loose
change fell from the sky.
Reindeers ate radioactive
lichens and the milk made
all the lil’ pink things get born
with horsefly throat.
With upside down ribcage.
With bloodless coo.
They finger up at
the afterglowing mobile.

Your clavicle and its approaching.

Red like a spinning stoplight.

The oddly indigenous.

Skull with wings.

Your cowgirl grace.

Sliding down a hypotenuse.

Temporal echoes of.

Green dragonflies.

Your adhesive conscience.

The enclosure of.

The globular snow piece.

On your back.

Velocity of improvisation.

Intelligent designs.