strange rope falling from a ripe sky
immensities of tangled wirehair
sponge caught in brainnet
radio squeezing sounds
like molten through
pourus eye sockets
struggled to understand
stood as tall as can against bottlerockets
a feeling of wanting a pipe overhead
of being few a hushedness and fewer
of flowering optical going blinded by code
some dare get physical foreign languages
others on picnic benches fooling night children
still others sit stunned watching images of glass slide by
amidst profane blue screens sliding into a ne'er eternity
of stunted voices calling out collisions what's the occasion
don't you know it is it is public service announcement