She’s taking the ludicrous 

the facialised sky

her own lights on an obscurity

of drives jostling for a seat

murky as they mingle

sunflares spitting across her

constant changes of velocity 

as the sun both rises and sets;

now it's health. Lights flaring, 

a sense of expansion through 

sunlit leaves against rich

new blue, an itch near the rectum

and a pulse in the left sole.