performs its glossolalic functions;
the rain of romance breeds
its nonchalant flowers; everywhere,
medulla oblongata blossoms
estrange the particular, flummoxing
bees, leaving leaves to kiss
like dense schools of fish, and transfixing
our desire, allowing the source
of our powers to relax. Thusly
do the high roof of summer's vital spasms
banish the voices in our heads
by the bunches—as if mashing-
up the godhead's trumpet blasts
with the jackhammer tremors
of all creation's deep ambivalence.
