To My Editor

To My Editor

Kill my children.

 Beautiful, tense, imperfections in my penciled words  Credit: E. Cockayne/J. Stroscio/NIST

Beautiful, tense, imperfections in my penciled words

Credit: E. Cockayne/J. Stroscio/NIST

Muster every tool in your quiver to pierce
my thoughts and pin them
to the surface of my page
like a rare butterfly.

Crush these tangents
these graphite-penciled lines of thought
to crystalline
rhetorical
points
and cut them
to lustrous diamond.

Grasp them mote-by-mote
and reorganize their internal structure,
rehybridize the whirring charged clouds
and turn honeycombs to tetrahedra.

Let the changes ripple over my words,
across space and time
tearing away the false vacuum’s lies
and collapsing my writing
to its ground state
its ground truth
just like
that
.

Pink and Brown

Pink and Brown