We spent the night,
talking about thinking about thinking;
about how humans think.
Because we were waiting for the action to come.
The world of ideas—
The world we live in.
We try to see where they coincide.
Because we are the introspective animals—
The waveforms that compress other waveforms into patterns.
Because we are the thinking animals,
Because we are chattering monkeys.

Two Angel Terns
spin and wheel, looping spirals—
two kites with invisible strings,
connected.

Their light and delicate flight—
white slash through blue radiance, the sky
is overpowered by monumental and diffused;
directionless? or too reflected to locate thunder of
Military jet planes’ afterburners’ billow of combustion.