flicking through the day's book, those window threads
I hear strum in you
most softly. as the sea
beneath the city, as the radiatus'd hills scraping a carpeted tone
between landmark and insubstantiality,
this eye's anchor. and its slip
into your space as leaving pointing to a more unstable idea
of a door. don't forget
that sound is open. under whatever
car model you carry as exoskeletal. under keys, wallet, PIN
number. and closer in under
the tongue, its melodious hum
of surface genealogies, a numinous stillness wired under sparking
streetlamps, mysterious as mica,
as fossils, as rain.
the harbour's monument broken into multiples, into
the brittle uprising
of birds. the angles
themselves dispersed, distracted standpoints graphed
endlessly onto articulate
silence, the ear's
frozen apprehension of air shifts, channeling such unstable
knowledge, your speech
and how the light fragments
pale gold into windows replicating infinite sameness, this self-
knowing sharding beyond centre, beyond
all prescience.
I hear strum in you
most softly. as the sea
beneath the city, as the radiatus'd hills scraping a carpeted tone
between landmark and insubstantiality,
this eye's anchor. and its slip
into your space as leaving pointing to a more unstable idea
of a door. don't forget
that sound is open. under whatever
car model you carry as exoskeletal. under keys, wallet, PIN
number. and closer in under
the tongue, its melodious hum
of surface genealogies, a numinous stillness wired under sparking
streetlamps, mysterious as mica,
as fossils, as rain.
the harbour's monument broken into multiples, into
the brittle uprising
of birds. the angles
themselves dispersed, distracted standpoints graphed
endlessly onto articulate
silence, the ear's
frozen apprehension of air shifts, channeling such unstable
knowledge, your speech
and how the light fragments
pale gold into windows replicating infinite sameness, this self-
knowing sharding beyond centre, beyond
all prescience.