Revolt

Revolt 11/17

The line is a cage – a tiger lurks
behind the bars – deeply growling
ticking – a bomb that never stops

It expands – fire storm – black
lines and orange – a schematic
a room becoming parts of a room

The line is a floating bar – they are
a hovering forest – bricks are stairs
the tiger – lifts from the ground

And here is a universe – the sun
howling at the center – everything
swirling – exposed – in parts

The line dances – collapses into itself
enclosing the animal within –