There’s a hinge in the sea-cloud
falling off the edge of the sky
& you wear a rain mask
skate jewel facets of concrete
“branching & leaving”
makes you want to dance?
tiptoe & glide & stepping
back a moment slightly outside desultory
& the stain washes over us
Add 10 more levels & a vert ramp
made of bone as perhaps the inside of
the skull would be the perfect bowl section
before the dark settles in
or seizes to the aerial reprise
sketched out in blurry, sacrificial neon