Sheets of bright, shiny metal
Flash in motion
Snipping shadows like paper,
That fall away into some distant bin
At the bottom of the world
Digression, nemesis of the fixed point
Rusty, unnoticed marker,
The space between the sheets of time
Equal to the angle of the intellect
Minus consciousness
Times the function of why?
Cognizance is a physical characteristic
Of all things that emerge from the void,
The sensorial chatter of movement
Heat and friction
Align the current time bubble
In the crosshairs
Is that what Jesus meant?
Damaged goods compost
Collapsing into dark matter
Light's vigilance awaits its command
To paint the other side of knowledge
With lives unlived
Forms speculate their existence
And extinguish
Before they are purchased
Belly full
The engine purrs like a bumblebee
A river of asphalt slips beneath,
The highway is a stretch of the imagination