tunnelling the narrow hollow
gravel scrabble
shovels scrap against the dull walls
hammering round the hole
no gold

hauling the eternal present
through the moments
backup stone-age weighs the cart down
with feculent sacks of cans
full hands

battle of inertias
amoebal in the sinkhole
feeble trample in the dump crunch
what are we mining for?
crude chore

solder in a cloudy vacuum
milked-out diodes,
slip-through photons, and blind loops
rough halogen glyph descried
eyes wide

a pebble in a pinhole
combing down the haircrack
thought, electric in a cold cave
gravity misbehave
roll, wave

has suddenly a morning window
thrown me open
to the forces of a wide room?
has somebody split the veil’s
hot shell?

swimming in shallow orbit
floating magnets
spin around the room at full zoom
gamma rays pass right through
full moon

how am I going to get this piano to play cards with me?