Colourbursts fresh scenting desire light
expansive bubbling clarity
of rock ‘n’ roll shining black reflecting blue
to be born to be sunshine to be
exhausted headfull rubble sleep over a word.
Airburst imminent immanent throatfull of paralysis
They will sleep differently anew entering a new room,
they will get up get up get up smudging half light,
their laughing solidarity taking a reconfiguring turn
glugging throats open spines fizzing fresh light
to fingertips daily hailed by alienation and encumberment:
light will not decelerate and water won’t flow backwards.