Jumping into a multi-colored ball pit
indistinguishable patterns
condensation on the windshield wiper
the precision of a brush stroke sniper,
a lone wolf, howls inaudible
felled tree, autonomous automobiles.
Tape up the tapestry, tear down the house. Big fat man, patronus: mouse

If I hide my keyboard smile, and don’t flap my eyelash wings, does God grant me three new wishes, a new tango for my strings?

Is it my preoccupation with the haze that makes my heartbeat helix swing?

I imagine one inch voices 
and ambulant leaves
vast monochrome mountains on bone
a woman in a field of cauliflower cotton
baptism leaps of faith unpurposefully forgotten

and the crunch of a Rubik’s cube, unsolved and rotting.