back to where he vanishes
taking perspective with him

burnt out light bulb dreamers
wait for incandescence

as a skyscraper cyclops keep poking
the eye within an eye

repeating he turns love to cliché
but for the artifice of unknowing

lunar enticements locked in rockets
dreams multiplied by machines

oh down with no warning
“in furrowed phosphorous”

“eternity in a sky rocket”
make me automatic tech daddy