

Got a good look at the Aurora last night.
The wanton gaze of the eye
wanders like a beam through smoke
Impacting far overhead
Small furor made over grand time
Way down in the belly
Spat across
For eleven minutes
To shimmer on the shield.
Gaze, eye, do not touch
But to kiss mine soft.





I dunno, why don’t you figure out how to articulate what you don’t like about it before you condemn it as a format for communication?