August 27, 2010


i have six ideas
and seven You can choose
what does it mean to You?
it means to Me a length of 
cloud fought light.
a drowned, penciled depth
and nothing left to fill.
and nothing left to understand
like this.
stillborn flush-
no further let,
no further calm to seek.
only pantomimes yet to 
numb limb.

trumpets and tribes describe.
I need you sit still
longer and longer,
farther and farther.
throes uncurled to joy,
in joy
you will know
by nearness.