carries the storm
from one field to another

His genes glow
with intention

He has tremendous tears
glass tears

No mystery
is sure of him

His merchandise
flashes neon

The flying seed
cannot escape him

Whatever happens
he will dance on rain

His fingertips
trade desire

Bees damn him
into questions

His heart
pleads candles of fire

He is stuck in a
spiralling alphabet

His breakaway kites
don’t hike warnings

He is a master
of beginnings without end