Form frees function.

As earthbound alphabets, form frees function.

The dig at the zenith —

ten-thousand tidal waves

from my breath

these winds—nay—words (say)

getinthewater

here, we plant the ivy in our teeth

we tell our children stories

of a time when the sum of the sun

became the face of a flower

and the beating of our hearts

brought wild mountain time into being