lucidity a single rope the way
in which there is no way
detach allow myself a façade
indistinguishable from change
walk down the block
into the empty morning air
& here small things
precious shrinking
yes? like interest
two directions suspended
nothing easier than choice
pause holding the pattern stop
try to track it remember
stop again think feel heavier
now disappear under & wait
bury love when it pleases exist
to let the cleaver down
feel night heavy as moon
burn the leaves to ash
mind full of water let
the cleaver down
yes? wait is that ?
is that sweet?
watching birds pull away
cross the field again
space between memory
& flight strange joy
return to the world
open so much smaller
than the whole
push it down spin in orbit
gravity moving fast
stars pour over me brace for
impact for some point of pleasure
some record in blank space
like stars like stars falling
little task the mind a boat
the river dark what flood
o what
small & tender passage