Sweet spit in wound,
as ever, snares a spark.

Oh the covetous lune
where lightening strikes 
an escaping heart

Cart and beat
rippling, crippling
stepped in it steep.

Excavating n-jins
like ears of corn
hungers mystical
edgeless endlessness

broken into 
like a magical storm.

Sunk into my knees
with a scorching flood of light

a side of red 
gear box, bled 
and to its bungee tied,
the cryptic knot.

Contagions of avoirdupois
at heavens rim
and pride of sin
a dark sweet spot.

Recursive, candle bombs
booming zooming 
fraught fought and plot -

Goes a long way
lasts, a lot.