Hollowfly 

Molten metal 

Push and pulls, 

At poles of polarity

Like lines of perspective

Turning an eye - looking away

axis glanced 

Eternal, exalted 

Resting on rotation 

Invariance, indifference - In fact, 

The point is conversion 

There is pause where Symmetry flows 

Beads of sweat

Formed from friction

Spewed forth

Globules, Geodes and Globes

A thousand years brittle 

Wings to dust 

Power to powder 

Particles and Particulars

Finer than fiction 

They take on moisture

Inbetween fingers

Like a mortar and pestle 

A child playing in the sand

Matthew Cangiano 2026