Proliferating voice : prism. This I transits into sense :

world-function, the way writing’s a universe process

enacting itself, so the question whether or not to slips

as tide. Incline toward vastness : one child palms a flat stone

at sea-edge : that stone’s disappearance from us, its

skipped tail our gaze. If tensing, if shamefaced, loosely, sick,

at least I answer with description of any light. In meditation

beside Hannah, buoyant orange element – foam

if my legs were sea – beams from my knee. Always

something water like a door : eyelids’ obvious, tender

inversion : a little skin between everything. Shining solar

plexus beetle. Its fabulously delicate legs. As a particular meadow,

June air meshes the shape I felt in the mind of my hands

and then made. It was odder, lopsided : I hoisted it and felt the air inside it.