magician
brain buzzing on
a poem made of questions
transmuting gold into swords into words
feeling like they could float out of the skull
arcing over electrically charged catharsis
of an impromptu rising sun
burning through the panicked feeling of a moon that has disappeared
atom atonement
connecting seraphic dream
to subject predicate
setting everything in motion
sunlight dancing into drums
of words that will slit the page
into worlds
sky skins and rain
sunlight dancing into dreams
