River's breath is big in the air
conjure the rafters high in no final mind
limbs of canal out to the ocean
and wings above the fire of the territory
speak in carpeted tongues
fried with icy outlines into the essence
crater of power, doll of humanity
wavering with residue of free movement
building up in his eyes his walk time
his crouching in the theater of burnt overlords
trying to free the shell of the shape
of a bucket's rim from this run of reality
and fill its rainy depth with troubled pebbles
each selected by explosion from the wall
of error breaking like a re-run sun
speedometer village, eating its language
from attics of paper flowers
crisscrossing the dim bricked air
with the sword of words and flubbed tears
freaking into its near highway
fountain basin review of
finger prints lost to calendar
anonymous mother of the all world
whose come I am.