Even in the daytime
the swabs of cloud
approach lower, lower,
the sky mixing in more grey, more grey
it is never the right color, the desired
what animal has a coat of the desired color.
The bridge strung up, suspended by its arms and arms and legs and legs,
its body the weight dragging,
foghorn blaring from the port, across, on the edge of the land,
blackbirds that cross the rooftop signal,
blackbirds rising at once
and their rising the signal to rise,
over the rooftops in a chain-link mesh,
mercury beads on the streaks the purple air weaves in,
mercury beads squeaking on the glass of grey air
what glass animal smolders
what animal smokes from behind his coat of embers
unable to rise but able to count the numbers and the weight that piles
and the hours become the pillows underneath whispering sleep here,
sleep it away
what red animal in the sleeper car
what volcanic ash
The color of the forest dampens.
At the center, the stone,
and at the center of the stone
Listen to me, I said.
(Wishing well with the ivy from the mouth growing.)
(Does the mid lie among the leaves here waiting, is it
still, is it still enough, the body
of the hollow bell,
does the mind swirl among the no-sound and the no-sound swirling?
The none and none a double helix runged by light seeping into the tower
through the arched windows, the vent above, through the pores of the
The pestle-grind of the molecules of sky seeping and the blue dust,
the air scaling down the air, into air.)
the paring of the needs down to one, and what
the center of a puncture that spilled
the center a star explosion, frozen
flash of light, a burst
First the nerves, (the layered transparencies,
one on top of the other), then the organs, skeleton, then
the muscles, the skin, first
the dirt, then the dirt, then the dirt, the dirt,
then the dirt spilling from the inside.
Breathe into my mouth.
Let the dirt fall into my mouth from your mouth
What animal can be built from the dirt.
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