the chain
to dissolve
each winter. in the turning

cash
a boat wanders through
silently, for one

burning down
a knot
in the clearing, for a bird

an answer
erases. each one a
number left

to its root, the growth
of an infinite
eclipse, like the fern

a face makes
for words, in the train
a heart

a road ends. a twin, for her
morning, in the bloated
corn, in the burning…

her amputation, like a lake
arrives inside
to hear her whisper, the cipher

cuts through her living
in this, the attachment
for the hand to hand

doorway. what state in the
eclipse of its shadow makes
one stand? as a cloud

moves for the horses
of their songs, in the bomb
as it aims through the path

when visiting. each empire
China hidden in reflections, the weather
opens inside the highway of its prehistoric pit,

where the lake region, its language revolving
in the smoke as a circle
makes one arrive for the menial

white stone outside a harvest
of flesh nubs, a secretive
and silent family, without reward

as they are the unknown that starts
a thorn, as the morning
is standing for them in an open hand, they

speak. the underwater cave
determines the paths of a knotted interior
in a fall for choosing, lightning

does not remove the veil, behind the language
a river threatens for its music –
future wood in a soundless word.

then, it was the bicycle/ the commerce
of its kind in a radio permeation
as the leather makes one in its ocean see

the operator, the climbing
canoe where they arrive,
the shore wind stringing kingfishers

as they are a visitor, not one to receive
in the atrophy, the flag sound
as it is perfectly round

speaking – in a thatch, they were the signal
to understand. to return
their ground for the gun, as the differences between

the white and feverish park
and the winter in its cake
will not charge you, will not enter

its elaborate front. the spinning
in Panamá, their ghostly bus
will stand inside the arrival

as they become you, the sand
in its first word
ghetto plants in winter

on the run, the three are silent
with a visitation
trembling, invested, and the light

to wear one for the torso as it packages
the allure of your housing
with another plane to fill this, in the seat

of your miniscule cadaver, the dogs
are what any chain is shiny for
you, in the shelter under ropes

their vast landscape in the spoken
to the air far with flowers, a harpy eagle
swoops to the sloth as you wear

the matrimony and the only servant
filled with each starving donation, the poor
will become your iron – not what puts a hand

to your face. a fall for your region, the paper
makes families reside, with food, and a dog
in the aftermath as you speak

to wear the oil, the Alaskan terminal determined
the wild with its alarm, the on and off
reprisal believes you, what you speak to allow

a complete knowledge of interruption, the road
beaming for you to deliver the promise
as one stands for the flesh because / a human does not allow

or falling for the recent drone / you leak for color
in the spider web’s communiqué
it serves you as it is a word to belong / as one is not

as the speaking arrives to your western
with a relative, in the midnight
and each table does not attend to the vast dotted theft

you see. it is one to the root of your time with a pyramid
it is not there to it
it sees you as country, not a ring in the flight

of its standing for the glass
it is a tall mirror side of its house
it is one with time as it is a face

to not allow it. not one of a human affirmation
it does not let you one with the hand as it is nothing but a door
the promise is not a single plane

to the river it sees one out
it speaks as one is a tunnel
in air of it arriving with one to become / not one