lithium mine in a green square i saw future wire zoos. knots of eager. i want to get tangled in the gold of my ideas. a fragment asked where i had learned to write using ogham. i learned from my blood & the work of upside down trees. the ladders lead into blue fields. energy is always coming to the surface. workers talk to the water. sweep the souls of tomorrows electricty. my body is a breeding ground for crystals. find them on the roof of my mouth. bitter & then sweet. sustenance to make it through the landscape's trials. geese cut through my notions of season. we all need the source & the source learns our names. my reflection in hopscotch words. a tongue wide enough for mirrors. we once opened the guts of a machine to find a gallery of gems. the quilt was made for fire eating. a hook to hang jackets. hymnals floating beneath. tinged with the glee of wrongful discovery. schemes of extraction. tell me how you would like to be stolen from. the earth splays her legs open. with a knife i kiss both thighs. batteries on a vine. i push one into the back of a lover's neck. they tell me they've been tired for so long. they thank me for voltage. praise the harvest. the field teems. blue rash on our hands. dropping marbels & watching them sing away.