you've drilled holes in skyline
of incommunicable dreams
spiraling through airsprings

what purgatoried transport
what wordwaste destroys you now
in hyperimpulse blowing
a steel draft wind
colder than fantasy

go you thither should be friend
where puncture wounds
do not tunnel
do not deeper dig into

this selfpronounced gig
is lonesome
it is wanderous
and feverish
mysteriously terrifying
undazzling vertiginous

only swooping sounds
and sounds alone
of scythe on scythe
make sense of step backwards
of manypronged withdrawal