autosteroscopic fishing tide waters

Working on a motive
for crystalline gas houses
and circumvented controlling people
like accidental crash barriers in dawn scopes
like segment highways that are the ashtrays of our forgetting
solid-drawn autosteroscopic fishing tide waters
under the drift of a parted waistline

How have I forgotten the donations of mercy
fragmented hope in finding peace in participation
like a school boy ready for the curse
like a factory shouting “get here or be gone”

There are yellow curated corners
on the perforated desk like moonglow
and the light of partial people
isobar surfaces denoting the rhythm of closed parkways
ombrotrophic seasonal traffic closing the restaurant
under a patter of lack-glaze simple harmonic motion
now under the pixels of Her
descriptive phrase