ReRites (No Bike Melted in the Backyard Illuminates You)

No bike, melted in the backyard, illuminates you. Inside the fresh baroque sparrows, no surgery carves perilous cartoons. You are chilled wonder, fields of applause, a flock of rivers taking up breath. Your lip fountains. You, wild, spill to embrace rain. Your belief: objects playing at being unicorns. You feel loss of memory is systematic. Your time clings. You are a {reluct} ant chaos and a chord not meaning anything. Your petroglyph awaits Orpheus in a pilfered-drone. I have no patience. My body is good: a loose prophetic fire. You take me: here, with you. You are a switch for an ocean. You invite love down into you. You imagine that humans must understand how ideas cause ravens. You nest where everyone silently becomes peace. This happens. You think (not in your head) of wonder puzzles, arduous ancianas. [OUTRO]