Her mind makes straight
lines intersect with themselves
spherically, where at some
point the same breath the other
breathed pushes light particles
before entering her lungs
pump a thin space rapidly
choking with the accumulation
(one wave/particle at a time)
of warmth neither created nor destroyed.
The Hood tunneled deeper the dark her mind makes straight
breaks reluctantly from its casing; lines intersect with themselves,
four generations born on the same sphere, where at some
patch of land shrinking from the west point the same breath the other
into the Pacific, an ocean seeping, breathed pushes light particles
to carve a jagged canal before entering her lungs
shaped (roughly) like a fish, pump a thin space rapidly
hook—true to form, housed choking with the accumulation,
rich salmon runs then killed (one wave/particle at a time)
like hungry mouths but lacking oxygen of warmth neither created nor destroyed.
© 2006 Teresa K. Miller