Filament

Filament

Bright lights, dry dark heat,

A whirlwind of grand destination,

That can’t keep the rush of night at bay.

~

Move again, shake,

Open retina, idle brain,

Holding secrets of which the heart intrudes,

In pixels, signals, intangible,

Pylon currents running to the horizon.

~

To sit beside the canyon,

Of depth and thrilling falls,

Whose eddies roll into oblivion,

Like the spinning roulette ball.

~

Rolling circles, open eyes, crying in the wind,

Rocket shell, burning bloodshot dawn,

Dustbowl blue jeans,

Red cross painted on the locked front door.

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