where?

the world

's on a glassy,

soft (blink)

thing, or rather

in (blink) it.

rain falls under

thing-shaped clouds

makes some of those

dry squares (blink)

green, or greener:

that's what you see.

(blink)

if you get close enough,

you can feel it

or eat it

[some people get

mad that they can't

drink the whole sea

even if they wanted to]

but the (blink) world's

always inside, more

or less [repeat 600

million times]

wait, why'd

you ask where?

(blink)

yes, they orbit with

a gravity of sorts

and water the crops.

they're (blink) real.

but they blind you.

(blink)

not in rooms, and from the earth

here.

the secret under my

button-up shirt,

nothing above, only

below (buried dark

in the dirt (shredded

papermarkedoutblack)

) prayer to hasten

worm's transfiguring

a flying man caught

their mind to

buildsteelandshootstraight

keepthelawandbebrave

clark kent caught the

hearts in the convinc

ing way he button

ed his grey shirt

archetypal guilt

turns a man to

G-D (maybe),

(freud would say).

elijah was caught up

in glory per se, but

other hearts were

convinced of the in

effectiveness of

those worms to make

us flying men.

lash not light,

no; unloads weight

of weights

(beauty)

onto (fragil

ity), piling

earth atop glass

seeds, potency of

love or

whatever;

nor slender hand

weak, that catches

eye and pens

itself in mind,

thin lips

steep themselves

(unknowingly)

too-hot-rose-hip-tea

don't ask me

how to tread

seas boiling with

the heat from

coils (a figure or

a voice or

her hands

or love or

what

ever).

just want ground's

smile, greet me

in spring with

whispered promise,

summer, simple

poetry (sprouts,

petals, or whatever,

respectively.)

be mine,

ethylene will take

us there, my dear

(it's nothing new)

to want to speed

things to

grocery-store

sweetened

produce, so succulent

and removed.