happiness of lines the wind about you soul’s stove
smoke speed steely smoke
silk-embroidered geography colonized in blooming sponges
song crystallized
in the
body’s vase with the smoke-flower

vibration of black
in your blood
in your blood full of intelligence and evening wisdom
a wrinkled blue eye in a clear glass i love you i love you
a vertical drops into my tiredness that doesn’t light my way
my heart warmly muffled in an old paper
you can bite it: whistle
let’s go

clouds sorted in officers’ fever
bridges rend your poor body’s very tall see these scissors
from the milky way and cut out the memory in lively
shapes
one way only always the same way
getting larger always getting larger