they solar hop
on walls of clock
drifting
the infinite
with no sunrise
or moon's grey glow
they shoo and woo
but no outside
or sky
no apple tree
or bee
flower
or grassy wind
ocean
or boat
or sand to dig
sound orbits eyes
and vocals
mouth
tongues their words
and flibbertigibbets
in the moan
of mind
bang
boom
beep
bong
chink
ching
ding dong
their sea
the stars
their ocean
the black
of space
their beauty
the fission
of odorless
lights
their mother
the mechanical
console
father
the glow
of myth
children
will ask
of earth
no stories
nothing
to tell
too far away to see
to touch and feel
to walk in a meadow
life
will be the same
today
as yesterday
what kind of poem
will they
wright
like 17th century
18
19
or 20th
will it speak
of love on a
console
or a kiss
of numerical
messages
and while they love
cast their language
on the silent stars
or their sighs
on the blink
of an image of colors
will they know
our comma
our period
our capital letters
our grammars
will they speak
rocketeer
or spaceship lingo
or something
evangelic
from far off planets
like all things
poetics are changin'
and we will change
with them
also
or forever be known
as just
a niche
on walls of clock
drifting
the infinite
with no sunrise
or moon's grey glow
they shoo and woo
but no outside
or sky
no apple tree
or bee
flower
or grassy wind
ocean
or boat
or sand to dig
sound orbits eyes
and vocals
mouth
tongues their words
and flibbertigibbets
in the moan
of mind
bang
boom
beep
bong
chink
ching
ding dong
their sea
the stars
their ocean
the black
of space
their beauty
the fission
of odorless
lights
their mother
the mechanical
console
father
the glow
of myth
children
will ask
of earth
no stories
nothing
to tell
too far away to see
to touch and feel
to walk in a meadow
life
will be the same
today
as yesterday
what kind of poem
will they
wright
like 17th century
18
19
or 20th
will it speak
of love on a
console
or a kiss
of numerical
messages
and while they love
cast their language
on the silent stars
or their sighs
on the blink
of an image of colors
will they know
our comma
our period
our capital letters
our grammars
will they speak
rocketeer
or spaceship lingo
or something
evangelic
from far off planets
like all things
poetics are changin'
and we will change
with them
also
or forever be known
as just
a niche