The Pixies in Our Ears Sing of Heaven

Necks arched skyward as if straining
to better understand the language
of disconnected lines
a representation of the space between
the audibility and perception of god
and how quickly we dodge opportunities
to communicate under less than ordinary circumstances

Necks bent downward as if training
to greater withstand the damage
of poly-connected crimes
a plantation of the space between
the in-credible reception of sod
and how swiftly we plot ingenuities
to prostitute, under less than ordinary circumstances

Necks extended from treacherous blaming
to better prosecute the perpetrator
of insatiable apathy
a disentigration of place and
spiritual cramps against incestuous odds
and how idly we concoct disease
to quantify what everyday's chance is

necks spaced forward in movement
stunted misfortune of the ring on-looking
for memory to locate the spacial place
representative provocative transience of something
wanting the neck to be of a thing some
part tender or warm a token
to put in one's pocket

(7 more lines anybody? Let the animals speak...)