The idea of Magnetic words floating in endless rotation:

‘I love you
my friend’ does
nothing but fall
short as night sets
quietly under
innumerable
amounts
waves and radiation

my wind
puffs
of syntax
brushing from my
lips bouncing over
creeks and cities
of sticks

riding metal cases
that spin
sound greater than I

whirlwinds of words
through contexts
and we heard

each symbol a rope
floating in spaces
for life to grab
hold and tie
round its waist

but no life’s awake
to connect geography
and sound
of the worlds pulsing
up brick by brick
through the blood
at base of my neck

hand let go
my information twirls
like a line
stretching west
to all the speckled
grains of coast
that lay time in rest

So this is a note
to those who have heard
the weight of eighteen wheelers
fly by in herd

from under the pillars
concrete and steel
our modern day statues
the only ideals left of
corporeal appeal

And I am just the water
Frozen under bridge
And you are the ocean
Crashing

breaking
so much for a
Life to find you and live