Where the car alarm fades into drums
Tide spine
Where death watches
Inviting you to mark your innings
(Bottom of the fourth)
The tideline of the string stretches up
(Top of the third heaven)
Quivering
Where I know you
We suspect suffering a currency
Like insect honeydew
To allay the larger predators
The body excretes its sweetness
For the demons to drink
Varaha raises the earth on her boar back
Is samsara beginning or ending?
My hand draws tight against the wooden cross
Marionette strings pulling against my back
Your face in lithographic ocean
Limned in silver phosphors
Drowns the demons below
