shieldwolf *

[Editor's Note: Original is slightly different. Some of layout has been altered, and certain deletions have been made.]

swords have incredibly fine tuning.
they quiver,
throb
with the slightest
twist
of the knob.

can you hear the music 50,000 feet below us?

I like this speed. 130,000 miles per hour.
>>who
>>what
are we? way up here.
do we have foreheads to touch?
I like our eyes, same colors,
but how?

let’s make mountains with this neon blanket.
with our hands, we are gods –
can’t you see? –
in the dark of the forest next to the road
we giggle like children
and the mountains emerge
from our fingertips
just before our palms smash them,
flatten them down to the table.

>>>>I am glad we are here.<<<<

* * *

“the most efficient movement between two points is often a thought.”

* * *

high in the troposphere
we are.



Τρέπω



Tropos. Old Greek. The closest English translation reads, “to turn or to change.”

In one dictionary, it states, “to prime.” In another, “to bend.”

the closest Latin translation is conversio.
change, alteration,
rotation.
con is together, and
vertere is to turn (around), to
change.



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To change together.
To rotate together.

>>>>>>>>>>>To alter ( ) together.

* * *

the voltage of a lightning stroke is proportional to the length of the bolt –

>>>amidst this storm
>>>high up here
>>>every hair on my body
>>>stands up on ends
>>>the moment before lightning strikes
>>>taste the air
>>>fixed energy
>>>it smells so clean
>>>an electric stroke
>>>just thirty microseconds
>>>yeah, we’re on that level
>>>and all of a sudden
>>>the air is
>>>three times hotter than
>>>the surface of the sun

– ha.

you are not just a matter of the electrical breakdown of air.

compress the surrounding clear air
create supersonic shockwaves that
decay to acoustic waves.

let’s give them thunder.

* * *

electric water is the air is
the gleaming sword is
the lightning bolt is the madness of
a biting lip and a call
at midnight – I almost slipped
but I walked it anyway
shivering
I walked it
at midnight, you called
– a primary –
we painted –
a prime number? –
like waves, we float
just above,
just below.

we are
the famed and airy
get-a-longs.

* * *

stomp.
like a heartbeat.



stomp.





*From rand (ON rönd) "the rim of a shield" and wulf (ON úlfr) "wolf", a kenning meaning "hunter or enemy of the shield", i.e. "sword."