The rolls of cloud flex muscles
Over this horizon of dust
and a pause and a pause
jostle through the crisp wave
and be seated on the sun
wrap up warm for the light
is zinc orbit and the latent
chemistry tainted cloth
folding unbending carcass
that joy of moments
the end of a meal
taken with grains
individually
placed on the exchange
more value promised than stolen goods
more poison than normal
the flight deck spot
tissue wrapped walls jammed in time
walking from dream to birth
being seated without certainty
being left in the box
waiting to die
being convinced the switch
was important
Nicholas Alexander's Poetry