High hills where the crest gushed
paths washed out and printed
feet lashed to spikes and treads
lit box from a room in the rock
tree's core unraveled by eyes
that have melted earth's blankets
sweet and deep soul
turned to a cutting instrument
my love, the carbon of documented flowers
my love, the sinews under the great table
my love, the lantern sliding down the branches
dreams of the passionate
under microscopic reversal
visionary gazes shocked by time
to a floating body, to a skeleton of leaf clumps,
a missing swimmer, the outline
defined by faucets and electric rooms,
lain on curves and elastic tongues,
planned out in hammered fibers
and corner-spanning nails
helicopter seeds on gunshot coffee table
a plush jar of gum split money
a shadow's radiant
feathered hat and edge.