he presses the blade of his hand against bravery
exhaling enough smoke to exhume it
but he just wants the fumes to condense into a road.
he has an opal ridden mind. fractured.
glistening white. holographic fantasies
which dazzle between oyster–knife teeth
and richter scale beliefs that 
.resemble. palindrome palaces.



he inhales the society and exhales his thoughts.