Burn between bombs
(conflagrations ignite)
little blips on the screen
(shield from the light)
radar designed
(entwined through the ages)
from cave wall to hologram
and back again
(recycled hours spin/shift/twist)
come silicon
(shaken loose/embedded tools)
smeared and smoldered
to grains of sand
Atlantis kissed the ocean
and so will you
(will I? will we?
with glee?
or struggle [striving
only to fall our fate]?)
Valhalla has
(3) owl eyes
but they too
grow tired
(weary w/the wanderlust
of focus lost [forest for the trees])
teasing visions
spreading color
(until it’s/we’re spent)
exhausting resource
resting with the fuse and breathing fumes