In Three

1.

Quiet concede the energy of stir
ring, tranquil and ticked in obvious, griz
zly digits.

The empty middles of all these
beds.

Posture of limbs describe the point where
parallel lines matted in night’s rat-rust
les reckon everybody’s empty mean.

Aged and doubled and dazed and nervous in
replacing.

2.

Desert an austere effort to quit the
nervous mystery of roaring bells.

Roiling refusal of arch eyelids to

explain. Drowned in lines receding from a

squeamish observer, frozen modesty

of a roaring other.

Craze of friendlier eyelids press down. Angled

bones excavated seem to come together

in eights.

3.

Every airy eye move books to shut. A
departed zoo rushed only in dozens.

Original rime a break or open
space. Notes run quickly now. As in a sur
face might a blessing edge abscond yearning.

A roar noted, dropped.