How longing is mapped: division of space as scale.
May the house writhe in flame, instar & red slits.
What of the air circulating outside its body.
A lamp needs to answer: the fine-printed stone.
The copper flakes, syntax, skin shedding at the root.
The leaf that wants to be the arson & the mansion.
And entanglement: elixir: the fixed harbinger eyes.
Ouroboros, to return consumed, or to wind.
Marks abridging the distance between yes & yes.
Valerie Roybal, Transmutation 5 (collage)