pekoe sipping at shangrila
discourse versus intercourse

cuttle-fish in rubber boots
its first name on a cartridge

ground's forehead burning
as if molten gold filled my cavity

tuxedoed strings in recess
for an adagio of paper rays
on shy zephyr waking hours

there's still six to twelve minutes
of hollow sun

fear by agitato
mourning by molto legato
excitement by prestissimo

there's still six to twelve minutes
of hollow sun

inside (framed by silver)
a perfect fly