Just when you were finding out the chord changes to “Birdland.” Just when the orange meridian split the sky open like some great beetle spreading her wings to fly. You turn opalescent eyes up onto her glittering underplates and see there a crimson hourglass. Your life and others tumbles out of control in a formless void.
The only thing now connecting me in my solitude and you there in yours is a filamentous whisper of a thought like love. A blue-toned guitar note stretching oaken timbers til they burst into splinters. Metal disks beneath the skin, radiating. Open your eyes, dammit! These are no mere random images!
