“Exotic Material”

From her canopy
she launches an all-out attack
on the hyper-spaced touch
and the power of time
to fully unpack;
her reach is abridged
with the fusion of words
whose density screams
like gaggles of birds.

All of a sudden
all caught up in flight
clouding the skies
and shading like night
drossy and dreamy
and soupy and spade
her verses come dancing
with theories all made,
and all in the midst
of her eloquent squint
the telescope flips
and shows in its view
the search
for a new,
a redefinition
of what she has found
and what it quiet is
that makes up the ground.

An eloquent posture
and rest so sublime
and what is it then
in the mind of a mime
that squanders its light
on shadows like these
but curious twinges
and wobbly knees,
lips full of honey
and fingers to please.

For hidden within
as the hauntings
of science,
circumambulations
of heartfelt
reliance.

Who can uncover
the question resolved?
A spirited particle,
a one who's evolved.

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