These are small creatures
Metabolic currents under the skin of stretched days
Like season's shifting, same strength.
Night black street right after rain
Weighted in dark wetness
Sepulchural veinious branches draped with night
Subtle rhythm of softly glowing street lights repeat the moon
Corpuscles suspended instant
Evanescent strings like chords, like rain.
Like rain thinks mud..
Reconnect, reconstitute…and it begins to beat
Creeping charisma quietly infecting with indelible beat, beat…. be..beat
Amoeba anticipating complexity in ever widening dances
Bawl throw fits
Smear shit against the walls
Wail and break and