1. An Excerpt From 6,000,000,000,000 Miles Before The First, Or, The Revisitation Of The Blue Ghost

I wept anew at the final words and the drawing silence of the Dynamo.
The light and fire that split the sky still unhinged my soul, and fear again within my mind took root.
I asked the fading Dynamo of the serpentine blaze which seemed to hold a life apart from the Trinity,
and seemed stronger than their combined force.
I wondered aloud at the infernal flames that wrapped like boiling vines about the clouds,
and illuminated them with an aethereal glow,
and shot down with all the speed of a blinking eye, lost in thought and trying to count seconds.
I was answered with the steady pulse,
the rhythm of the waves that spun slowly atop the dreamily oozing
altar within the sunken structure that had no beginning or cause,
save the toil of an immortal imagination.
When I left the sea and the brine and the undulating waves,
the slight glow and shock still brushed against my flesh.
I still could feel the pull of the great unknown Dynamo

2. Another Excerpt: Keep Light Near You, Even When Dying

Like a stone I fell, and was engulf'd in winter darkness
Silence filled each sphere that from my lips escaped
And ceas'd but for a breath
Before rising to the surface and waves.
Like fireflies, the seanakes flicker'd about be
Candles lit to breach the darkness of this frigid hall.

3. Rose Quartz Turning To Glass

Fade
From the shade that you see
Every morning, every noon
It's the color of this room
Even with your eye unclear

There's some kind of azure dust on your pillow

Clouds
Are painted on in difference
A worn signpost for your dreamflight
It's all about atmosphere

There's some kind of azure dust on your pillow

My secluded focus on trading shapes
My elusive purpose holds its hiding place
Drowsy missive underneath the painted May
I missed the room change color

4. Clover Garland Island

The sky draped itself face-down
A pacifying hood
Greyous in any way
And its cage was the dome of
The rainbow
Two-dimensional to some, but
For everyone beneath,
It was Atlas
If you looked up from below
At its coloration
Its bands grew broader
Towards the summit
As the shades short-waved
The most vast color:
Violet

I was stuck on Violet, miniaturized
It was four days' walk to the blue border
The "Land of the Arch'ed Circle"
That was Violet.

I imagined the bottom of the Rain Bow
Tunneling through the roots of the Mountain
I walked Violet to the Equator
Where I dug my own grave then died in it
Beneath the ground I rode the royal hue
All through the Earth for Eternity

And as the sun became too dim
The frame dissolved and
The Greyous blanket fell.
It lay upon the grass until the Morning
When it was hoisted up again
By a spinning Rainbow
O'er the vale.

5. Laboratories Of The Invisible World (Rollerskating The Cosmic Palmistric Postborder)

An electric current binds us together forever
I am a memory burnt onto thin air

When you call me with vibrations
In harmony with some Saturnine frequency
I spill outward, or flow, or list, or gel

It is somewhere between your mind and mine
Where, I cannot exactly tell
I want you to think about "93"

It isn't like planting a thought in your head
Or an image of a thought
But more like creating a thought
In sympathy with yours

The blind need to see
The deaf need to hear
We need to speak
I love you