One foresees
the cat as it dives into
a lost liquid. There is
water on the the stove;
       blue, color in heat.
A frightening ability—
admonished in myself;
an open hole

Just as one
could infer
that the forward
upholds itself
with said
sweaters ignited
by the riverbed.

On fulfilling self
nestles that in the needles
of pine and the moment—
                            indirect.

Love we,
to my mouth and I.
Love comes;
                                    all shall grow
                                   glass — look

mouth and dye.
                                     I to and
wine at mouth and the eye;
that’s look at the old — the mouth, I
wine comes in all we and lift at.

What was over there
         was something complete;                    
                               ambi­guous
tonality
                               in contrary,
mayhem.
         This is what I told you
malleable—fortitude

Hello to the
roads that are there (I connect it with my veins).
You
this, the unattached form