:Where I Orbit:

:Where I orbit: 

I write to you: spherically ~ a thermometric scale ~ of GPS coordinates         

the tin of my tongue, bruising planetary impossibilities, while dismantling a plasma language

Sometimes I’m the pitch of kettle whistle pressure {release}

no ease. only demolition of molecules. 

Mostly I’m bass in the splitting of atoms: dislodging ~ restructuring anatomy ~ according to tonal frequencies

:What I truly want:

to relief map our bodies: tattooing astronomical chaos in prismacolor geometry

forehead-to-forehead ~ curvatures sculpted from seismic satisfaction ~ osmosis of shadow psyches fusing

:the genesis of a new silence:

E.A. O'Connell