[00:19.46]In the sky, a pepper shade of light burns brightest
[00:25.04]Millions of jet black eyes blinking over the buttocks of Nebraska
[00:33.40]They are an iris-shaped cell that won’t let you live without being alive
[00:40.85]Hope for warm bodies
[00:43.76]In the nerve spans a tunnel, three 1971 humans
[00:52.42]Omaha, Lyon, Omaha, Lyon
[00:57.94]They hover, they are helicopters that shave the shale-like atrophy off a jack-hammer heart
[01:08.57]Up on the ridge, an upended Hemingway-like Himalaya
[01:15.54]A cardiac crest that trusts and coils, swirls
[01:23.51]Over car alarms, stray dogs, plastic bags, implosions, and cold bodies
[01:31.97]Hope for cold bodies