Showing posts with label In Sink. Show all posts
Showing posts with label In Sink. Show all posts

Thursday, February 17, 2011

In Sink

In Sink

In sink with one another.
In black hole. A vortext,

a message spun of shards
and the air to carry them.

A doppler radar map
bouquet, red in the center,

green at the edges, Venus
fly trap’s clamp and gulp.

In vertigo. In mudslide.
In bear hug of the blender.

In nuclear fusion with
each other, in supernova.

How did you meteorite.
Was it lava at first sight.
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