It is a moonscape: broken glass, oatmeal concrete, opaque shadows.
Still dim;
eyelashes to break citrus, gold, yellow-
Tumbling downstairs, boxes flatten, dominoes fly,
Millipede arms, legs and fingers drumming.
Pictures wave on a curtain of wind, Strobe lights, lasers and messages on the wall.
Broken down, white cat front-end transmission, Stagger weighted motion, swinging outward counter-balance steel ball…
The smell of machine oil, the tap of feet Passing overhead
re-lock.
Cylinders revolve, levers catch, barrels rotate,
Meaning, vision and dreams return
Complete.
Start again the day.