Salt Silver Oxygen

The flying horse carries me across the sky

Triumvirate swallows make our breath

Can we grow a sun

A water run

The Great White Water?

Every slum an ox inside it

Sweet crevice for miniature flies?



Dancing with her casket

Christ becomes wife

The easy dust is dancing, too



It splits the waterside in two



Elect the Salt Mother

For She's a Selective Christ



Punch her ghost!

For sure she'll sigh

And watch the window gives rise