then we chatter fierce,
not long for another world.
understanding except seeds,
underachievement of the senses
calls daily for you to bloom,
the unwieldy wound that quivers, falls out of itself,
tucking back into, pink and obstinate, accidental.
breeze kicking under thin leaves.
I hear clear across train tracks,
have left off where I began.
as I am forwards
see me everywhere all at once scientific and sensuous.
caught in rope, I'm saved
last time, this time, overhead, aurora.
by another being.
globular, indeed we are circular I bend
and touch my toes.
us be the offertory, the humm-nal, the tune rearranged.
at seed's end blown out
leaving the shell
washed on a beach
than 10 lionesses on the flanks and sides of an elephant,
and teeth aflame.
picks up after, a relay, the hand off.
body escapes and escapes depending on context.
day one foot in front of the other, which is politics,
quiet accumulations. Of rain, small disasters,
of air, gauzy sky.
the simplest language is best.
traffic of grass.
precise is to survive, but sometimes the utterance saves you.
circle opens in all directions.
move so far away from the internal gestures.
we become and then we turn,
from the land of the living
the land of the living.
being its own narrative.
sky listing forth. I cringe at the impeccability.
understand something of danger, the slow knock at the front
what is spoken isn't meant to keep.
fragrance you wear on your wrist is me.
child wakes like the alphabet,
scrawls himself into the landscape.
feel his belief in darkness and sound,
what happens beneath.
is no other here.