orchestration at the depth of

ten thousand leagues
and one trophy to play for
one coronation one sun one balance beam
to stand upon

a slow bubbling from the top to the bottom
reversed images brass sliding on lead
a content worth holding
between the teeth and the tongue   's
 soft humidity descends on bread
broken flat sour
molding over the floor

empty window sockets
let the breeze pour in on
the back of a great big pigion
an anteater and a watermellon

june scales the wall and will
fall off the ceiling
to die a life of hard work in july
requiem that
request a tympanic drum to wake the morning
wait out the beat of sunlight speckling onto opened
palms waving at the break of night to day