we meet in the hollow mast of the sky's spine
cosmic chute, like a bank teller's soda straw tube
how does the machine suck your loot?
from the cement lined drive right through
press the rectangle that reads "send" in blue
deposit your work, cash in your life's juice
for hire
higher
highest truth
who governs the transaction?
fractions
no wonder,
you're a part of me
in brackets
behind the glass
of the well conditioned establishment
stacking slips and security number stand ins
when you make the cosmic transition
who's lane will you be in?
