Which self, which

glazed inversion,

will break up and ascend?

What roving sky

should catch

the transparent bones?

A bed sheet quivers

over the quiet abyss.

A lightning stroke selects

between invented persons.

The stained wood

of metallic courtrooms

crimson touched thunder of horses

fork and spoon fighting

at a weary table

the ceiling's hourglass

a vulvic solar flare.