torpid merlin
The ground is in the sky,
roots swivel in the air,
sucking in raindrops,
from an elephants trunk.
There are trees,
oh trees,
escaping the ozone,
above the ether,
their leaves,
they freeze to Pluto,
and kiss the sun.
The sky is on the ground,
thunderbolt shaped batteries
pound with lightning flashlights.
Clouds caressing water,
flowing upstream to floating lakes,
observing sea creatures living in
deep, dark, passages,
in aquariums filled with light,
blinding anglerfish at midnight.
You can sit down right here,
open your brain right there,
there is no meaning,
you human being.
deft steppe
cold jungle
maiden flame
sick prawn
empty basin