"variations on your own distortions"

we are all lightning
and when we are all lightning
there is no news

we are branching, branching
and out of the night we come with thunder in our teeth we slosh the mothers milk over the lip of all the pretty bowls we've been given.

in every moment is every atom of the universe stretching and I cannot hide the impact of my life from anyone-- no outlashing violence against anything else will ever conceal me, or make me more confidential in my utterances.

O mirror! O! Pour me endlessly on the heads of the others, let me be united with them again. Make me rain, make me water endlessly.

above the city
fireworks first--
then sound, slowly