looking higher, healed in segments,
seized by
lose; some machine’s malfunctioning,
and over
yonder, meadows and mulberries,
kite fights,
and drums. an issue in man, some
wildness
in those webs, inner tepees, outside
prints.
no
one can be sincere, unless sincere, at
dark
rings, silent symphonies, burgundy
scars;
it
would happen—a quickening glance, if
resonance
is conflict, ancient kinship,
feeling
a person come into breathing.
love is sparring, fencing, aging
softly;
marquise handball, wilderness
addiction;
description by its omission, tender
ropes, deeper anguish. coming into
rain,
feeling intrigued, looking back at
beauty.
