play chaos down (mars)

high
low
skreek of alleged tone
wormhole of blank joy
silver charge of beat behind

(I was born too late for prophecy)

reach into shadow and draw from it
porphyry and gneiss
spanish moss from haunted trees

(I am unspent and not even close to power)

drill long liquids into dark
rockets singing on their path
snake of earth gobbling its tail
moorings hammered into atom space
god of war ahead bursting aloud
a blue science of filled vaccuum

(I am unworthy of this roiled air)

these challenge salted pagan revolutions
orbit on turn of equally circular breath

blessings on these children of explosion and fire
blessings on advent of free radicalism
blessings on an a yet unrung bell

(I am wider than I was)