Flange

steady pace around the museum

shined shoe, hard soles, echo

security guarding, pilfering time 

one exhibit is left plugged in

light gliding through the apparatus

swarming around pulling new light through

this light pulls the next

the eye follows one transparent pill of lavender

this pill carries a day of mountain ridges,

 wine

it comes around from the outside and purposely paths toward the center

as all of the paths do

concluded and released through the bottom

to muddle in the dregs

until aspirated into the flux again by some force*
 

the venturi of this traffic is a flange

where the flow is constricted

the friction begets heat

this flange is curiously and carefully constructed, supernatural

outfitted with mirrors that beam outward 

and link to the birds schooling around the event 

The new voltage arrives and the heart hums like a welding machine,

avid

gullible again, 

fully dilated

and ready to receive all skies. 

 

Do you wish to go again?

Or make your own?

(*love)