Pushed by the particles of God’s
countenance, a partial vacuum,
fluorescent, obscure, the surface
on which flammable liquids float.
Fleecy or vaporous? This vital spark
of flint, sensitive to the bit, a space
producing sensation. Ice alloy, low
specific gravity. Intensely timbered,
Aphrodite inflamed the fire in the eye.
I descend from the deliriously skirted
frame, asteroids spinning ever faster.
Ancient magnetic north, fickle me
and disclose. Delivered of child, do
I illuminate embroidered vessels, re-
veal divisions risen from the land?
a winged valve, a phosphorescent
gun, gathers and scatters its signal-
fire, a luminous curve, a reversible