We, an odd momentary / ouroboros in Florida light…

Sometimes a raptor / rose and fell, sliding between centuries, to where // we had not yet coined the word anthropocene. / I walked. What’s mine of wilderness?

It’s the Armageddon / of sound, for me…Triassic fireworks / spewing from the ground, buzzing like cables / ripped from a pole in a thunderstorm…

On the day you die / my sister and I meet at the ocean…