GAS:

Three-headed

Apple-Aliens,

Attended.

Progression of a Union,

Capitalized.

Light of a time.

Sheltering, white geometric walls,

Conspicuous Cages.

Imposing forest

Looming, darkly tempestuous.

Surround the simpleton.

Offering cover, quiet.

He changes the bulbs.

Attends his aliens.

Polishes his pen.

Tows the clean-grey line.

Closing light cultivates.

Deep, bright-night, blue.
Radiance of Revolution!

He bounds,

Escaping with the whip,

Of new-pine-saplings on his shins.

Through the unframed, unfettered forest.

To his ancient fire-fly field:

His mistress.

He lies naked in her,

Regressing.
©DANIEL MORTON 2011