Us in place

The heat is there, out of the shower

The tiles, stairs, music careening

A shabby patchwork quilt blind

Snowflakes on embers on feathers on dancers

Accordions in chairs, embraced to play

Fog horns in Maine wake me in Asia

With the same sense of smell to proffer

Fodder to seed, damson cedar reed

Ravines, granite springs in fall, yellow dusk

Farm hands, pewter water lips, cupping basins

Something this way running wild, deer eyes when orange vests

In toward sheets minimalism polarization

Gaff and hooked on tangents, florescent dexterity

Terms at 11:45 in the streets humming for sleep

Palisade catechisms inept, past life crisis

Forceps

Mute vocals and a comma roaming bones

Never did wake to find the answer ringing phones

Anterooms shoeless while every vase teeters in the halls of mirror

The seers are selling the old and new beers

Plain clothed saints shuffle tacks and hats to hang

A beauty sweeps the dust barefoot wry smiles and looks into your abyss

Then turns her back again to feed the fish her fame

7 gate blue green vista parse symmetry breath

Fording rivers with pounding ears of blood

Hawkish eyes from above scream blink and die

Saints at the window with candles in white

Give me all your history, despot of blunder

Show yourself to yourself and tell me what I am

Allow me to your rigor of Spring, fortuitous winters by just enough fire, canvas of skins with paint dripping wet, brocades of lightning in the darkness, hallowed in a memorable dream of thought. Watch me while I turn you, pirouette, coxswain oar fashioned groves of routine memory. Indivisibly alone as all of you come to be, within a depth of turning prism, refraction. Violence in the stillness, body as a tendril in the oceans of wind. Floating, drifting stationary, away and here. Blunted in this equilibrium of idea, force on matter.