In plain view it seems there
There be no linear planes here
But like lightning drawn through rain
The electric hews through the particle
Lighting them a living thing
A life of time in a glowing moment
So goes the moments, a fork jump
From the Macadamian Nut's azure scent
On my soapy cock and balls
To the blackened gizzard in the oven
Grandmother's tea towel dinner
A charred form of a missing kitchen link
A muddy truth coags in the clear
Here one cannot lie but only muddle
So we travel down through time
A flash from the volatile ether impeding
Ourselves with curios and odds
To resist the end, to have lived a little longer
By charting out the length
