Metal crash, blood crush -
I am reborn with words.
All the breathing world pauses,
That hitch-smooth rhythm
Greater than the sum of sighs -
Essential grace.
Soaring - a jet plane,
A freight train -
Liquid sound at fever pitch.
The air is so thick it\'s practically alive.
Hot and clever,
It slides over the pulse and curve of that desperate
Snakeskin shine.
Heat and press -
My solitary crime.