Argo ergo an ego in
the rye & once only once he laughs at
the sun. Paired into

alibis, asking a lot then (steadily)
a little less. Stripped down to

my funny little hip & a watercolor
fuss waving it away. His lower tone, before
being asked

to cope wherever the kite gone
missing sailed
into the suffering branch.

A furnace of settled hours. & the
vision of a sudden of a child drenched.

Peered stringently from
its bruise of glass.

Crow mutiny spreading a stain, an unslept
sheet of sky & anger all the time.

But they called me by
another name.

Automatic plot & opal
choral ordinary, somewhere there.

We value
what you have done under the bowl, where
you have flickered,
so long.