on growing

the cave has Ruptured its

stalactic arms like wifi

hotspots in a gayborhood None

of the Light which Outside shines is mine

but Belonging to a seed & root &


a world vague as a cup

left Empty on the counter

counted amongst many couches

is flat as an iPhone update

the blank cave Light cut but still falling on


my foot is further On

that Root that's walking but slow

despite the rough Necks breaking Rock

above Drips collecting wireless

there's a Dam that grows & falls like a wheel