It is a deep surge,
a reach into the water
that began
with a demonstration
of my body
& ended
with an expression
of water, lining
the roughened metal
that now hides the witnesses
of my collapsible hope.
I have dominated all nature
to look at you, my moon,
through the layers of filth
this retention pond curates.
If my eye's veins
go to the fireworks
before I memorize
your shape,
know that my leap began
with a vigor, with good
intentions of making a fool
out of my self
in your honor.
