Cardio/sky
And when the reds arrive moving as if toward a name
Or a distant cabana, zero in on a shelter
As a generation glides with ignorance and grace
Cloud-crack around twist to a peak
Blood vessels stretched to shade
Tuning what the sky slips on over itself
A cask spilled out, colorific-in-Time
There is no consummation
Waves slap shore wet and wet and wet
There is no consumption, only being
consumed, an imbroglio imbued with reds
We stroke without contact our delicate imbalance
Panama Red, red letter, red meat or stumble upon
Redivivus
Redivivus come back
Come back to life