We are dew on a spider’s web
that only we see.

We are the see- thing.

We rearrange perspective
like lenses on microscopes,
forging brief alliance with meaning.

We mean it.

We are shimmering on
the dead cheek of an ether fog.

We ooze primordial,
wax psychotropic,
feel harmonic.

We are creeping swamp sweat.

Let us surround you.

-With love, Gravyyard, San Diego, California 2017 ... more