The maniac embodied in topaz
And a palimpsest of aerials
Like wheels in an apple
The clock with wings
And olived futures, olived
The lemony awe of all beings
And abolished spiritualities
Like a flickering of thyme
The caribou’s insurrection
And lodestar pathogens
Like Solange in a pure egg
A thousandth of mulberries
And the circuitous eyelids
Because of the rickshaw tattoo
Or half of a red tree
be universal 