A violet filing its own missing report


A sound slumber of frozen sperm set in spring


Crossing a bridge wearing the leg the rainbow discarded


Slipped into the dead child’s hand, a pinwheel whirling hard


Waking from a dream, centrifugal force grows sad


To cremate my father’s glass eye, a mirage


Looking up at a waterfall, nail wounds on the limbs spray forth


The stoker gathering the ashes twined in the sunset


Blowing the dead firefly’s embers, a breath of the dead child


A winter egg with an auto ignition device