You couldn’t be more specific with the gravity
Grandiose of pacific activism as we humidor at
Union of orchids resurrecting the raised pitch
of the volcanic tones of pods in the flowering airspace.
having dragged the seaweed tails to extinguish rings
In the magnets hungry epicentre diagnostic caps
Locked and fitting the childish earths now
hidden crust still fornicating with its own inbalance.