to be not seen :: to reveal in this not-

scene ::

shielded :: like Achilles ::

hoisted

by mortality ::

lung of the poem buried in fleshy

matter :: the mattered flesh

of erasure

erasing emblem :: sun

not yet released

of its chromosphere as that

one star is

though dusk is fractal—pieces

of yellow

and shadow

I have to believe will form again

come morning ::

that’s the trick—latest nightmare

would have it otherwise—

last night’s dog

violently

shaking off gelatinous globs

until it was mad skeletal snapping

at my heels ::

I don't know how to read

these things ::

sunlight   dying star   dog

but they terrify ::

they are the brain's conflagration ::

that planet too is on fire ::

it lets too much in ::

there is data

overload :: obsidian harp

strung with ether

perpetually

shredding the infinite ambient ::

I am standing

inside the sound of what

I want

to say right now :: hidden

as the river is ::

raw silver

at the bridge’s footings

coalescing

to whatever music this recording

pitches :: I am playing

water

now :: I am bio prismatic ::

hoping

the minerals

of it can be ingested ::

pale summer moon high in the west

eaten by worms

again :: corners and

edges of

darkness :: joy and

dying ::   by sun’s ignition   burning

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