as rain is unhatched,

startling roofs with

a knock that partook

in what came before

sound.

I lie none the wiser...

to an imploding

aquarium.

a neatly contained

flood in another

tongue.

the muscle memory of

bed sheets are starving

to death.

they keep being pulled

off of their own accord--

one night at a time.

they receive adjustments.

unhousable adjustments.

worshipping a structure

so far from home.

direction remade from

directionlessness.

encompassed memory

devoid of bone.

there are ways in which

things are happening...

that should round off to

another sphere.

an: O of breath.

blown by a crystallized

little girl...

with a rattling halo

settling like a soundless

coin.

watching that rounded off

sphere bubble clear off

her freedom-land.

shaping up to her wish.

let alone--

a pebble

to pray

to

the

rock

of

a

mountain.

coming in

and out

of an Ocean

rain.

the first drop is

always too slow

to quench itself.

which's why the

last drop has to fall

somewhere.

purple is

the oral history

of our undissolved

sacrament.