Immobilized air rests hot

The passageways are lit with glitchy flailing thought

I, a single perfect sphere, earthquaking & dead, balanced & queer, balanced in my head

In a 1992 dream I leave on a piece of hemisphere

Into the warmest star

A path straight thru fear

No monstrous hunt at throats of the throat could ever weld together a single quarter note

And every time I'm lost in my story, I radiate more heat than light

A pulsing crux is interviewed, bolted in it's heated La-Z-Boy

It tongues a serving of voices that unfurls onto Lethe's shores

A fishhook wags its tail ambitiously

Us refugees question our chests yet they are still safer harbors so the victims of wrong perception can safely foam into you