Actual Vision of Morning’s Extrusion

Grey smoke rose from the morning ground
and separated into spheres. The smoke
or fog of each sphere coiled upon itself
like snakes at love, and hardened into brains:
the corals in the ocean of first light.
These brains grew shells. Mother of pearl, out
clattered the bones! Two ivies intertwined
ran down them searchingly, the red and white
of arteries and nerves, and found their ends.
Nerves hummed in the wind: the running blood,
in pulsing out a heart, induced a warm,
red haze of flesh around a hollow tube,
writhing with appetite, ejection, love,
and hardened in the temperature of dawn.
“Done!” said the clocks, and gave alarm.
Eyes popped into heads as tears amazed.
All hair stood out. All moved and rose
and took a breath: two gasping voids
turned blue with it around the heart.
Shocked into teeth and nails and wrapped
in winding sheets of skin, all souls walked
to test their creatures in their joints,
chinks and armors as the walking dead,
curious as to what the water, partial sun
light, ground and mobile air, combined
reactively, could have in mind.