El Niño (2023)

Hey!

split the night

with razor feathers

lap and tear the damp

forging onward,

no face,

indeterminate

flourishes and

endless collision,

cold and warm fronts

eddying and whipping 

in frigid vortexes,

famished for being

vacuumed words 

suspended in pregnant air,

operators vibrating,

functions print(“saltando!”),

keywords col legno;

a waterfall of arithmetic

plucked like a cat-gut.

it dances in place, sinew

wound tight to stone pegs

and a liquid neck. 

it can’t paint secrecy with

words; it fastens quick

while fascinating and

craves defibrillation:

a reanimated man,

displaced from

alpine majesty, but

ensconced in

those same books—

omniproperty

eater