R/ckets and S/ntries

spaces of doubt and
eros of war
rolled to extreme
yet it's praxis where
we could bed
or collide the instant with
numerals and negation
yet the positron in our
living room yanks something
something from
derelict device and worship
a swinging into time
centred response and colour
while awaiting the next
heart throb of a mother ship
or father ship (more likely)
such as a Dick Cheney machine
hatching Dick Cheney
machinery
or tones
including
paltry
daylight
in your last
word