Rocking along the crest of
possibility, a mountain of
air, holds what these
information portals contain,
ingredients for majesty, friendship
for fun and deliberation
among whatever airplane
is retrieved, if when, or
if ever there are loads of cargo
from the brain, then we, someone
knows the idea had hit
water and too many people
in fang-detachment, can
not help but holler
as highways remark ghosts
of reservations, card-swiping
appliances, light-bulbs,
hell
Orpheus Eye 