There’s an angular disturbance in your cheek

In a certain orientation

Of my mind

Blowing – nothing trivial word-discounting –

A gear-shifting magnitude

Tenable image of God in you

While you in your Frankenstein suit

Faith-heal starbursts of chemicals

Leaping soups of subjectivity

Unending trajectory of asymptotic insanity

As if  I could never see you

But for the angular disturbance in your cheek.