As your DNA unravels
remember to be
understated, let the image
become ink

or the answer.
Knowing that you’re on
to something, the rhythm
of some primal rhyme

creating the spaces
you find yourself in.
Language is arbitrary,
a footprint in virgin snow,

linguistics are worse, arranging
the snow flakes
but missing the storm grow.
I spoon fed them paradigm

riding in the back of a Zephyr
through the ruins of Baltimore:
a tiny raindow my cinema,
giving shape to the unseen.