Angel of the gap thrills to floodwaters
Like a man slapped by a man slapped,
How much of the world fits or is navigable
Depends entirely upon thrilling angels.
Pins and needles, the neural system of
Lacustrine, riverine, and lately
This pain in my groin rising
Horizon shuns the morning star this morning.
English overtops the trees with prophecy.
Clement waters, misplaced by mountains,
Seek new outlets, finding only
You and me. And I’m not there.