Dry land leaves
little option. Open
your throat, recover
your tracks, enter
the water, forget
the raft. Answers
a voice like skyscraper
terror: the earth is
paved over but still
breathes. Songs
scream to their masters,
the city of swarm dreams:
In every direction was
what was. As far as
no eye can see
is what is. Forever
revealed will be what
will be. Eyes in
the water, feet in
the flames, tunnel and fly
on the same plane.
Millions calling millions.
But only one hears,
and only one asks:
Are you one?