Plastic clocks tick
His skin itches
Haunting visions of red oceans
I know a place where the buffalo roam
the air is so cold that it freezes their souls
but they all hold still
I waste my time until I finally get it right
Einstein's nightmares re-envisioned
dancing water
broken oxygen
explosions of oceans and hydrogen bonds
oxygen splits with my wit and my bones
I found a way to make rain on my own
I found a way to pollinate the red globe
