who forgets the wood
by a mere nightfall
that blind leap poised
at dawn?
cold less steady fingers
point to what's left
circle after circle
the gorges of the mind
this jesting one word
to the next
who forgets the bird calls
children of rivers and streams?
who inflames the surf?
the shattered hardness in the greater disorder
the mountains tied in knots
what is comes from what is not
I tried to make pictures of what is not
but they were what is
not what is not
what is not is always present with what is
I can see what is not holding hands
with what is when I pick up a brush
with the gloved fist inside my hand
I tried to persuade it to open
with words or an eyelash
falling without a sound
I offered bribes
I threw my money down
then my gun
it made me dizzy
I threw it all away
but what is just grew fatter
I starved it
I fasted
I almost disappeared in the lion's breath
but something shivered with blue lights
silver lights
and bells rang without a sound
nothing changed
except my skin was not my skin
and my heart was just a muscle
