Illumination Order for Species Hunting
another species. Exile begins in the throat.
Wreckage in a deciduous forest. An array
of filigree shadows flake from the scapula
of sky. Fire amid a singular woodhouse in
the prairie. A carnage of ruin. Dried grass
begins to wither before the sun comes out.
Fading light turns into light by scattering
the hems of its wick. I name each bead in
your rosary a different flower. Owls begin
to hoot. Follow the scent of the cedar that
leads into a garden where squadrons of
pelicans rest. Winds soak your earlobes.
Ghosts float by the shore. I wolf my throat.
A clove-toothed sky. Call the language
an erasure of the growl. Blood rises in
tidal frequencies for every bone bent
in light. Silence stalks icicles into the
shape of a bunch of zephyranthes.
Sky on the ground. Bluebell woods in
spring. Faith glides through the wings of
a butterfly. At the end when the scales fall
from its wings, the chitin layer remains.
A wound is a place of burial. A prism of
colors after rain. Anchialine ponds with
their connection to an ocean. The sound
of thunder. Call the wound a language. An
avalanche that gains momentum as snow
descends from a slope. A mountain crest.
I gather a fallen flower for every corpse. The
sky yields a cloud with every breath. Effulgence
collates three layers of visible topography in its
tendons of light. A blooming in the mouths of
ghosts. Seashells are a form of evolution for the
way they don’t dissolve into oceans. An oyster
pearl is a labor. A protection against a grain of
sand. Animals wear the labor of animals as a
cloak of grace. Remember the ferocity in every
element. Camphor outlines that fold into skins.
I make a list of the sounds that arrive through
consecutive successions. Rain that lashes over
a concrete structure falling over iron railings.
An orchestra of crickets. Hums from an oil
lamp as wind grazes over the still expanse.
The thrum of waves glistening over rocks.
In an open space where birches grow, ghosts
gleam in the interludes of mist and sky. I give
you a wreath of dead leaves. A brook flows
into forest-recesses where animals stand to
drink water. The forest is an ossuary. A body
that opens into blood in a fraught country.
The magnitude of space between animals.A contingency of harm being filled by snow.
A hibernation. A prayer for flight. Swallows
flying in the sky. A redemption for inanition.
A collapse of hues from the sun into a puddle
of rainwater. A smudge of collisions. I call out to
the sound of your voice as the smell of a spruce
tree in early spring as the roots of a banyan tree
reach further into earth. Stars above damp soil
covered in foliage. Birdsongs growing dimmer.
The fragrance of the night-blooming cereus in
summer. Sky as the tincture of an abalone shell.
A pledge for fishes. You taste water as tide-hems
rise. Craters of moon-debris fall into the ocean.
Your prayer voice. The condensation of fog-light.
A thick sleet of rain moving across the ocean in a
gauze of gray. Animal sheltering the body of an
animal in the downpour. Air scrapes muddy elms.
The rhythm of a myrtle tree. When your bones
press against the bed I begin to recite a prayer
for the intact sky. The hemisphere fills with
forsythias as fruits begin to harvest in fields.
Before your hands begin to till the soil there
is a silence that pervades from beyond the hills.
The body leaves sediment at a touch. A row of
ducks paddle out of the lake to rest on a ground
of leaves. A subsumed warmth. An orthography
of syllables. I place a hymn into a seashell for you.
A single note from the harpsichord. Segments of
dawn dither into a lulling rain. Animals carrying
a flower in between their teeth. The crash of a giant
meteor into fields. Weaver finches make nests out
of a gathering of leaf fibre. The forest carries an
accordion that reverberates through a foggy lake.
A muffling of the pulse. Gravity against a force.
An immortal flesh carries through the warm
currents that push into another direction. A
flurry of constellations fall onto earth leaving
the shiniest trail. An illumination of silence
cradles holy fragments. Cloudbursts in the
interior of a mountain range. Clusters of ice.
A body heavy with rain. A silver echo of the
night scattering snowflakes like pomegranate
seeds. Everything glistens. Even blighted stars.
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