Endless love.

For once which has affected my family has been beaten

to bits for this indulgence, my comfort,

where new forms hide under concrete and where

was once frozen gas found machinery and where

ice, now fossilised, hides away from the Gnashing of Teeth

who plumes into cloud and breathes death stares.

My Mad petunia dives beneath the water

to find sweet silk of salt plume coloured

with touch and bleached like the white snow from above.

To hide away from soft light which cold air gives

majesty, this terror, my terror,

where ducts hallow sun or shade with might and where

pipes creak strong affirmations I am here I will not go where

you go

who burns metal and shys away.

Burn this whale oil seek

home once more in the air