Thought

To George Herbert Aspiration's breath, millennial trance, two-pointed ladder propped in a void; busy buzzard claws, verbs on a leash, slow blush of brain damage on a plate. Stunned journey of dust. A holey sock. Grind of an afternoon's axles, abandoned juggernaut in a field; inhabited interval with a pencil stub, curved strips of silence: postbox for the inner ear. Tarantula's footstep, a weight of light: inadvertent sky in the skull. Wishbone couture: promiscuous secret, peepshow in the street. Paraphrase of planets. Ocean in a tablespoon. Ordinary in the ordinary: nothing come of anything, matter unpossessed.