Lines In Space on the backs of four elephants upon a giant tortoise in a nonstop sea I will surround their graves with stone plantings by foot by ear & then by eye devoured a record a making like fossils of tall flowers & generative organs the line is where the light is not the line becomes the edge |
Body To World
Me atop a little wild hill beetles advance under slow vegetation the drenched bee descending will be seen as spectral evidence & each insect a pronoun & tents will overflow with large mammals but continue proceeding heart stones writhe inside brain stones our one chance per chance to open on to worlds |
Thick Callous carapace on carapace & loss of fossils will signal progressions toward plea bargains with pronouns to mean more among papery insects & mammals that swat them meaning the foot the hand the ear the eye say it say we as if me & you were not always standing around with our parts so private |