Cloud
or
train of silver smallness
travels
beneath stare of my articulating velocity. Now
many hours sans feed of appetizing particulars
the tongue of my hankering requires near-variants of exact
possibilities of awakening
whole.
My watching feels deceased as February’s annual truncation.
Frissons
unyet
but
adapting became dispositional
steps and seconds
lang syne remote. Polish appears
mirrored metal
forms stiletto comprehension
hanging
freed from the comfortable melt of noon’s warmest adaptation. This
machine of movement is claustrophobic
yet
delinquent to the anterior exemption
relegating my moving among crickets’ symphonious
asymmetrical misspellings.
