Electric river
stretch bluely
past events
and their horizons.
Fingers spider
by facespans
to ***** in
the semidark.
Cannot see
past "do not want"
but I could write
it in the sky
to last for
these blackened
hands.
Electric river:
it does not flow
out of any
incredulous
uncertainty.
It advances
azurine, ringing
past words, works
and their echoes,
past influences
and their ******
circles.
No web and no
fine web
can confine the
austerity in its
loose dimensions.