Namikawa circa 1966 (Ultra Violet)

Another anxious sunrise
that lands below your feet
bowed
we have a tendency to guess recklessly
and effortless
holding one palm
to the side of my hairless head
the easy down-slide to your ankles
then lower
there’s nothing left
you think
blinking
like the capsized exo-skin
of some reptilian druid
down-sized
from what we were
once
slam and be slammed
severely, nightly
collapsing a wall a minute
100 frames per second
devastation and moon-beams
hit your eyes
simultaneously
I love that ya know.