i fell thru suburbs
of unvisited rooms
where water mandalas
sucked no longer
and after the bombs
trees rocked in moonlight
behind them other trees
and above the clouds hurried
a child lay on a highway
where cars rushed
minutes before
their sitar vowels
had tried to frighten her
with ivory objects swallowed
whole the whole
box of dice
flinch not, meliorist
i predict you'll
inspect the body
for answers
and be looking
in the wrong place