imagine our spontaneous symmetry

i don’t want to make it happen

i want it to be happening to us

imagine an unperturbed system

our bodies like wheels

continuing forever

convulsing without energy

a hypothetical, indefinite touch —

i would build a line of dominoes, a clothesline pulley,

imagine us dangling 

over the mouth of exhaustion and exhaust

shining like spilled coins

unspooling and autonomous

without so much as an external finger

are you thinking about quivering enough

like i told you?

i want many things

i wish i were simple

i want you & i want motion perpetual

there is a glow source i know of

a little ways down the road

it might be underground now, 

but it’s going to be hot when it comes out.

this kind of touch is impossible 

imagine us breaking