ReRites (Water Whisper Neuroengineers)

± water whispers it’s not heard neuroengineers splay under the sycamores time’s rings fill with poisonous music ± A truck, in rainfall, wedged in a ditch, touches a forest. ± People asleep on an ochre horizon where gulping gulls cry. ± From the city I swim toward the bush that forced me out to flee ecstasy. Clad in pajamas wading in predictions, fading with gilded indefinite itching. A sigh caught like an aura, commutes home to boil boots in tomato patriot hair. ± Forget articulation. Think world as home. ± I remember all the flowers, the gestures of their heads. ± Delicate hope cannot be inherited. ± What must be is sweet and naked. [END]