Logs broken on the shore like weeds.
The godlike beauty of the form
even in this endless captivity.
Banished light that returns
through the mouth of the banished,
perfect thought mottled by wounded flesh.
Tongues through the empty diamonds of a fence
from the shot searching depths of a startled core
heart empty as the cashbox in back of the tree house
infinity that stares out of my throat
no longer asking to be fed
what does not fill.
Tumult of leaning trees toward wet sand
fork of earth eating eyes
with an opening song, delirium
of every color attacking the cursed
with armored blessings,
valleys bottomless with eaten doves
that cannot be vein followed,
shining from between my body
where earth takes off to infinity
blazing with many tails
demanding with gravity, stung
what time would not fecund.