A Commentary on Habakkuk

O-rings and gadgets, symbolic interconnect. Lazlight sprinkled in moonbeam & glitter. The junklight gathered, a 30 inch reflector, the new constellations in miniscule, a thousand zodiac signs per hour of the day.

Lights, delicate, brushing against flotsam dreams. Notwithstanding eternal intimidating. Erases again and again, over and over again.

Symbolic reflector refracting, a certain kind of permanence. On rails, pivoting, sketches from a blueprint.

Slim-line, form-fitting, shapewear, sky-hook hanging.

On a tilt, catwalking, showing off, strutting, promenade, perambulate, the evening constitutional. It's all with the eyes, plus a smile, a little smile, the brow raised slightly, on one side. A carpet of flames, it's always night between the sun going down and the sun rising up again. And, also, between the sun rising and the sun going down again.
Two nights, or, all night, or night after night after night again