XVI. Ça fait des étincelles

XVI. Ça fait des étincelles

My character crossed the road to the turfscape—Blow molded

Collections for meltwater tapered for our table; dazzling seed vessels—

Their dedicated schools and hospitals—Sustainable, colonial restorations

Of monoculture shaded with nutrients of uninterrupted brushwood and charcoal;
A silken rain of tropical petals on the bundle, from thinning or open pollination—

Fruit prefigures the sensory and inapplicable packaging for monarchs

Transformed by sleep—Cardiac glycosides of Asclepias browsed by monarchs—

A sugar-steroid of milkweed latex sets up its kindling in our electrogenic moldings

Their implicit form plumbed by microelectrodes; reemerges, escapes—This pollination,

The heart's inner expression of calcium prolongs a force-producing state—A charged vessel

Overborne by a pressing need to forget—Linings through which we must look, for restoration

For good fats, which strains hybridization at higher latitudes, with soil amending charcoal—

Inhibiting us from memories of waking during the night—Tinted glass tablets, charcoal

Storage devices, carbon nanotubes—Redundancies of plenty; out of their monarch’s
Sight, are astonishingly low—Fruit-destroying willow, or cherelle-laden cocoa plots restoration
Within the dark recess of branches a gatherer denotes by spraying—Honey in its moldings

Of comb, pyramidal tea envelopes; in any event, are never memorable—Untreated pollination

Worked up with its festering bacteria, a radical-scavenging superfood of wrought vessels

Circulated as ambrosia—Eucalyptus recreates this paradox; drying malarial swamps, intervessel
Pits of purple heartwood stock the steel industry’s hybridization program for charcoal
Moving more plantations inland; the oily briquettes pitting beams in a final evolution following pollinations
Of split stones, and strip mining—A recital of dedicated biomass covers the Monarch’s

Oyamel fir forest—Dual migrations by blue-lit canicules and peninsular winds—Restorations

Of economies, wind farms in time lance the landscapes condensed into moldings

Symbolic of land-use contracts—Expressing both divisions, a shadow follows the molding—

A synthetic opioid mimic established in the roots of the African peach—Governing vessel 16,
Inspiring the second cervical vertebra, or Wind Mansion—Coleridge’s lair and restoration

Of Hymen, whose torch stifles—How many times have we come across this brittle vine charcoal,

Insinuating almond orchards, sterile after a blooming season; the Hymenoptera transferred for pollination  

Their singular condition realized by Roundup—Stunned by an incongruous toxin, the young Monarch

Separates the milkweed’s midvein—Affected by this position, Askelpios raising a monarch’s
Sentence—The therapeutic range, and source of the flower’s trappings, flecks our moldings—

This body of work by turns contractile or enervated—Our sheet’s fine-grained pollination

Shifts the question—All of us differentiated from a primitive knot; and there is the single oil vessel,

Lykthos, of Ananke—In calm perpetuity, with a torch on blocked meridians, collateral restorations—

How to reach these extremities—Making it to the end without this senseless charcoal

Burning, or without the charcoal and orange towers of congregants freezing to death?

Perennial risks of firing such longings angled from the vendor’s moldings hints at restoration—
Even plague-bringing arrows and bloated vessels—Our conforming antidote and its returned pollinators.