Let's disappear from sight

Dried ginger in the desk, dried jars of shoreline, dried hearts of microcosms, dried nodoze in the desk.

Dried-up faith ushers movement, out west, out to the rock, the isolated altar, the breakers weathering and ushering the lost eyes singing lost blues.

Dried craniums opened to Miracle-Grow, sew the newts' eyes shut, we're broadcasting clearly now.