unleashed vision
spread like sunlight's potential
orange
across horizons.
and uniting
in the heavens --
didn't you ever wonder
where the sky
got its glow?
laid out at creation--
sixty identical cubes of clay
across the tabletop of yesterdays --
mine,
molded and folded
through potter's strength
every step of the way
and glossed in luminous coats
of the words you had to say.
yet with a bevy of tools
at our disposal,
we'd still go barehanded
and greasy
under the flawed proposals
of the heartless...
"throw a monkey wrench
into your own system,"
they once said.
and watch the circuitry reform
around the chemicals
once bled...
and you know there's something
to this chemistry -
when candy hearts and flowers
are by-products
of our romance..
and not the source of it.