Tang Chi Sigma on Rock Greedy

foam sphere

for what is true
to pure
is abstraction

form
its juggernaut nose as birth
and the warmth of blood
as turtles
warned
by inner legions

for what is true
and pure
always will be

and the foam sphere beyond justice
as incarnation lives between its who
for what is true

pure
the heart of the pine
the unseen conduit
whose monument
is where time builds
to distraction

form
its skeleton kissed by storm
the name goes out from the sphere
twice unfolding
queer
that no returning closes

for what is true
the horse just
mashes
sigma thru
colt kelp wave surge scarf

looking different
through every eye

fog sphere
tang qi
greedy cactic willow
treads template
whimper
lost