In A Live Line From Infinity—

Here life goes

Strange to its Self

Covered in the Yellow

Scorch of Sun

Beating on the Door

Of Tomorrow

Saying prayers to

The Raisins

Ideas going down

With color

The raised neck of

A Cobra

Circus Clowns

By The Dozens

Begin to circle their

Breath

I am the SunBeam

Of Yesterday

They are Told in

HandCuffs

Warriors

of the Painted Mirror

Climbers

of the

Incredible Wall

Forgotten Fog of

The Road

In a live line from

Infinity

Still - from the Pain