at night
he oceans
among tense fabrics
scraps of home
hook skin
yet ooze so sweet
they become
blooms expiring
some home
evolves,
plaits of days
braid lonely luster
plates of food
gesture back
colors behind them
smearing, smiling
missives
lovers knuckles
cloudy violet
He, or any man
any stupid century
smell permeates
expanses,
seas
their membranes
bloat and fever
walking into
three-legged memory
is every day
when bells clang
it’s the charm of other shores
I ocean
in waking
unbound
drifting
ancient as continents
through morning’s resplendent rooms
all unmaking
knows
corrosion’s grope,
memory
is being vertical
is gone times
is shores of houses
drifting in
breath bells
oceans
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