[Running through fields with a Pacman body]

Running through fields with a Pacman body 
the color of bismuth crystals, engulfing the flowers 
that lose their sugary blend in my raging eye, in my 
shining armor of somnambulistic knight-walking, 
I found a rip in the fabric of the floral outburst 
in this spinning web of 360-degree arcs in a kempt 
hodgepodge of homespun agitations that codifies 
newborn spaces while I’m somewhere else, projecting 
nothing like something coming alive nowhere 
across the terrain like light through a Cucoloris.