BANG

It’s all molecules forging new reactions to the touch of Universe;
flesh, teeth, the belief eyes Grieve in the
acid wash of sunlight fueling Time into
the rhymes of repetitious seizures,
Seasons, pretending we are not imaginary.
I am to believe I make words from the
preclusionary blood stream rectified from
Gravity continuing to meld liquids from unspent dynamite
God forgot to inventory between his moments
of thought, where we forage for ceremony
among the Genesis armory
ka-
BANG!
And I breathe