No Dust

Blue silence walks below the flood

Through hallways dressed in living green



The veining of a pyramid

The blindness of a water dream

The glint above the swollen tree

The shrimp inside the pillowcase

No heat, no beach, no dust



No, this one is new

A taste, or lack

Or wartime trick

Derivative of laughing



Leaden circle in the air

Falling bright chime on rippling street



And another, hanging there

Turn back, they closed the road

The capsule welded shut and slapped

The fishermen will shake their heads



But first

Don't look away



The veining of a pyramid

The blindness of a water dream

The glint above the swollen tree

The shrimp inside the pillowcase

No heat, no beach, no dust



The bird became an eel