After Matushin

Some tankers and stars lapse
Some shade of resource
Always out-sourcing our lips leak
Silence laying sense to waste
Intuiting what other organs were here
Accomplice to apocalypse both art and its consequences
Are shapes you make in the dark
Non-images are for thinking
Feeling won't break the back or the bank
Sound waves lap like the mind is heard
A total proprioception as it turned.

composed 3/2007, revised 5/2010