onto superia
She sheep feeds the marionette of my organs
with clumps of rice cakes
blocks from dirt farms  
a bestiary of frameless beds 

we roam-inspect the beige mansion
like handmaidens of sonar 

ceiling fan wind torrent
 raise vaccine flags
defy all gravity children

on currents, we are surgical 
jap engineers, wiring in the walls 
call the specialists to turn on the lights

greet the father in-law
whose ministry is his face lines 

somewhere, a stray balloon 
somewhere, natural light from windows 

and yet

we search for portents in chandeliers