prospector's daydream

 

In a vacuum, breathe deeper-

elevation is compromising

a compromise.

 

The skyway is singing

about a yankee girl like me

I won't listen-

sterling notes extracting purity

are you on my frequency?

 

What are my prospects?

 

Gorgon sculpted edges

visions of time in context

bloodstains on their mortal sanguine

iron oxides, iron oxidizing

oxygen lifted from my bloodstream-

 

What are my prospects?

 

Waiting on tectonics

a dance to shake, shape ground

raise new histories from ground

the fault lines have all gone dead-

 

When will we break ground?

2018.

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