blowing glass bulbs to shave and turn
that penny into wiring loom
steeped into a fortune light on history
lost in the swimming frys breathing
In the night.
Fear last seen in the eyes
of a death mask plaster cast child
Asking what seed would you grow
the stork or stalk sprouting
In Saturated Paris.
Would you take this square dance
Promenade with a man on thin ice