The rooted-ness of our shadows, gauged with
need, purpose: we flow red along the sides
of buildings, under all this pressure, un-tracing the fire
which we race upwards to extinguish—the padlock
the gasket, faucet-jet, the fly wheel of hydrogen,
helium, carbon, neon, trace iron—the shadow
of the yellow dwarf in which we see ourselves against the wall.