Perigees

Perigees

From a wood blue room
photon tubes run in to
paint-handed walls, time
whispers spent with
door jamb kisses and
kilns bard kilns

Near a closet wood wine
slip tendons map on to
bit-clay turnstiles, time
leans over brass
silkĀ renderings of
sunshine spun sunshine

Though a prize fig would
plumb dreams woven un to
view-space trickles, time
sums a priori where
perigees mingle near
matrices rotation matrices