anything is wonderful, anything is odd, even you, o light, my light!
of machine that is sound and motion of trees in you
of machine that is shape of hollowness and shape of sea in you
of machine that can put the entire shape of you entirely in you
of machine that is the light on the machine in you
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crystal distance of pelagic flashbarrens
or like likenesses of mirrors and megafauns,
or like jellyblossoms of clambared eutrophy
oysterbreathed and figureheaded upon absent whalebump
into undrifting lungloss of seastop.
Andrew Brenza is a social worker and poet living in the Philadelphia area. His work has appeared in GlitterPony, the Scrambler, Sawbuck and Shampoo.