A Pillar of Salt

Standing in the midday sun,

a porcelain

tower

showers her face

in light

and throws

her

hands to the blue.

In a foggy afternoon sleep

she dreams of

circuitry kisses

and in

the open throat

of night

she glows under

sodium flares

and phosphorescent

lakes of fire.

There is

a thick and tall

jail-bar shadow behind

her growing presence

in the sand sea

of desert.

Here, hiding in it is

a beetle

of black empty space,

coursing

in the sand

with legs of

oblivious nothing

and sleek wings of

zero.