I.

rekindle
projection
a meeting between ships and seafloor
long-lost relatives coming together
all stuck together in a foreign land
freezing like antarctica

introversion, extroversion, inhale, exhale
none of us matter, blend and mesh, mix and mash
none of us are getting off this planet anytime soon
breathe in , breathe out, but don’t swallow seawater
hold your breath now

II.

outback gunman faces flashback
bloody soldiers crying infants
neither the children of rich men
racing to the cradle-grave
seeking peace
love

dive
dove

dig
dug
done

III.

bow
the clowns are machines
traversing the tripwire
and the ringmaster’s laughing
laughing
the boxes are empty and his mind
pushes past curtains, back into 1969
back into peaceful, quiet times