I am learning how to sleep
                  again, to love
the descent, or is it,

lying here, a rising up
                  to summit
where sleep wanders

It’s a strange place
                 to try & find
God—inside

The world is your lawyer.
Pawn-shop pearls.
Hair like telegraph wire.

To spectate
is a verb
that does not

as if         you were ever wide-eyed enough to believe in urban legends
as if         these plot elements weren’t the stalest of clichés: the secret lab, the 
        anaerobic chamber, the gloved hand ex machina, the chemical-
        infused fog

For instance, this lushly verdant plain. Imagine it dialed back to featurelessness, each spiraling stalk retracted, each filigree rosette slow-blinking shut.

        crown of infrared
        song of drifting dune

Then one day she noticed the forest had started to bleed into her waking life.

There were curved metal plates on the trees to see around corners.

1.

hyperarticulated giant black ants endlessly boiling out of a heaped-up hole
in the sand