To Corrupt the languid approach of its rotating gauge
With only three constants and a vowel
To dial into accordions keys to agree to disagree
Over which matches burn ships
As three minutes is all it took to make the tea
as the loose leaf mast was brought to The ground.
Whilst straddled galleons tell their own tales
of armada verses that can be mirrored
on dry docks above the rivers
As Seeding reeds of probability weave amongst
the weather from beneath a frosted glass
Stripped Bare in this winter.
Whilst forgetting desires inspired by death
Seen on a late night of the visually distorted
rebound in tourniquet.
hands pass maps that guide you to the lovers that are
Still warm even in the cold light of a day
as furnace plumes cast strange Ideas of freedom.
Folded in cold ore cups of the ruins.