It is summer and I am real again

In the lightened tonic of day break

Exists the dry disk.

The disk swallows disk

The autumn bails dawn as i graft

A tectonic rage, 

Wretched stings, light cement of

Nastiness, terms corrected, tears concealed 

I find hastened ward, glimmer of 

Speak, the torch of light

Bother-jesus-bother

Glotteral strength,

Teething graciously , Ii bring death,

Torrents of sharp pain such the 

Cries heavenward,

Glisten in the east-toil into the west

As serpents toil on minion time,

Breath only

Sharp itch

I grow (she said)