Baked, hot.
A still, narcotic stupor;
not drinking,
but frozen hot.
The day asks nothing,
but watch...
Watch her change and turn and stun.
You just watch...
You dream and you watch...
In silence, bigger than you,
she'll undo what she's found,
she'll grind out the profound,
she'll absorb your shouts,
my molten dust, within and without.