The Simple Business of Telltale Signs
Breached light. Fluid notions.
Twenty-fold wishes fulfilled.
When the time comes, answer
it with questions, peppered.
While the security here is pretty
Good: All the cameras are quaint.
Getting by, they say in unison.
And nowhere, I mean nowhere
will you wonder while well-wishers
whisper, Now do you see?
Mist in corners. Root systems.
Vertices in adornments. The sound
of pounding. Wholesome calculators.
And fires spreading like butter.