most
omit trance of ink in pit of gut
assigned
to life, as a troubled jaguar;
most
a face struggling inside its scar,
too
much heaving, too much distrust.
loving
doesn’t come easy, fretting an
aura
moon, trying to believe against
purer
signs; found haunting a fence,
climbing
in vain, aborted softly, an
adoring
angel, cleaving to chaos,
running
to her in fields, killed art,
devastated,
confused, weaving dark
messages,
if to master each séance.
pain—swift
to excellence, muscle
interior,
prized soul, many gates;
if
to touch, taste, kiln, by alien traits,
mockingbirds
watching, in a tussle.
lost
in prose, reaching in terror, at
an
inside crush, by a brain’s insight;
fishing
for kef of gold, true delight,
brought
to an edge, reknitting a hat.
