)cupped hands carry


sliver moon
on long silver wires

an evening song
of light lunges

waves jump white
on jetties

twist we bend
into being

such delicate measures
this stone                us
             between



re        ve        ve        re        ve        ve        re        ve        ve
al         re         al        al         re         al        al         re         al



the spark(

bridges open


the morning sky
still sparks
and scars
with stars
dark streets
and people sleep
gulls ghost
their notes
from rooftops
autumn calls
its colors
into the canals


bridges close

(in ti ma te hi s c ri ms on tu be d a nd lo op ed)

)bone marrow
made
to fade(

(gen tle the hum of t he min d’s m usi c)

)grey matter
made
to fade(

a chime
of sticks stones
notes templed
and flowering
beneath a sheet
of skin

when time            stretches and sheds
when time             gives all to gravity

that we were not
for one more day

thus runs
the world away