recursion in artefaction

when the razor barbed flywheel severs
and flies off the rails
who will clean up after?

downfold

bellies full of fire
hands a tremulous quiver
mouths poised to hail heaven
fat with implicit awareness
here we are

but first:
lightning so brilliant it burns
permanence in instance

so much changes so quickly
in thunderclap wake
there is only the long last
exhaustive rasp against silent sky

rapture answers praise with oblivion

the word place,
as in to be in one,
ceases to have meaning