A flurry of photographs
On a long black roll
That’s presentation
On the hell-heaven highway
Where few know
The cities at the end
Of left and right;
They are placed
In the nonchalance of liquid love
Open to the leaf-turn of wind and laughter
Framed by words
And the random intoxication
Of metaphors
And separated by the giggles of the insane
The genius glue of twist and spurn
And the embrace of divinities –
You were born in an unknown continent
And fly to galaxies unnamed
Re-birthing at every turn of whim
Far more than the 41 mentioned
in certificate and data base –
