while we waited
hearing daybreak begin in
alphabet chaos
forgetting ocean trenches are
longer than mountains.
our cores hard like moons
listening to rhythm of
dead waters
the electric generation
watching clocks
push forward on soiled walls
worms breeding
from each other
slimy bellies dressed
in sweat and polyester.
weary with longing to pop
out of our skins.
Our anger burns
eyes of eagles.
This configuration of rage.
Aquila-
fire flying.
We realize not a thing is
w i d e r
than the sky