021: Alchemy

Black hole

fold back to waves

of noise monoxide synod,

restate and return,

Fibonacci reversed,

to the rocking hand,

to a gentle hell.

In a struck pose, basalt doze,

breadcrumbs on frozen lava steps,

all the way to the mantle of the sun,

where the thread dies, the monolith melts.

Incandescent words,

cables dissolve

and to vapor ships' song we dance.

How do you feel about this stray note,

the shattered basalt lock,

orogeny of our souls

in the harmony of chaos.

Dislodged, defunct

architects of shrines,

photonic sequence stems

from their quiet graves;

my libel 'gainst the soil

drawn on silver lids, dispatched by aching meat,

across cold voids unseen,

whence no lungs drink.

Beyond ramparts of ash,

to the translucent bustuary

in his nuclear heart.