, ,

you made it: honeyed &

husky in my eardrums & so

on time / neck-height like

all greater western theatrics

crashing in i sound guttural-

to-matter-of-fact / frame this

by bushfire remnants of twilight

traction & tradition – you are

ever orotund / you are silvery

but twofold in the dark, binaries

curved to a persistent sigh / so

conventionally un-geometric

as the waves perk tremulous

it’s a quick disconnect / flat

as earth is i’ve got no plans /

everyone cruises the land

everyone meeting halfway