no, there were no orange lights in the trees

two liters of white smoke foaming up through burnt water

the snake was choking out his length

dry-hacking up his teeth in pixels

knee bones, wiggling fingers toes decomposed

loosen up blues coils
raging ember delay rings reverberating...

hardest, the first choke made him longest

yes, there was a fire

fire chanting, fire unplugging every spark-tailed wire

every stroke in soft slow motion

we were growing, outskirting the sanctum

Thirst cursed the land

charred streams to crumbling time

dancers roasted a desert on a bonfire throat

the rise of night ticked down rhythm’s spine...
Oneness, in gaglike tide pulled spit from the sky

reversal is only universal

we will greet all like a midnight sun

and echo all our waves in rising eyes

we swallowed the fangs and they

burned new paths gulping down

yes, there was a man in the tree

and he

laughed

and laughed