The materialization of consonant clusters
Joycean strength
Flung at the morning sky
Pink and green with synesthesia
Weird hooks and javelins
Catapulted outwards in concentric circles
As if the big bang were a spiderweb of letters.
Blue queues spinning, yellow bees complaining
Sickles slicing through newspaper headlines of the fresh morning
Raindrops like full stops
Lightning like the alphabet exploding in the retina
Foreboding groans heave upwards from the earth
The animal inside the beast
A swarthy hand gropes the garden
Searches for vowels in the mud
Pulls back down into the underworld the low moon
The lighter letters flit off into the sky
The dark sounds of the ground tunnel away.