TO DREAM ALL NIGHT OF WHAT
IS WATCHING US AND SAY
THE NAME IS AN INVITATION 


to stop needing 
to draw the borders
fine black lines

Grace is a condition of certainty
turning waves of sleep
into clouds to reach the silver

list the findings
berry red with nutbrown interior
lifting off into 
green maze blue maze
and artful reds fixed in silhouettes
of so much flight

The blue and white
don't square
with our educated guesses






what you thought is just
as wrong

what is wrong
grow accustomed to
or fix

the challenge
meant I was not alone
putting the spaces
back where they belonged


heats slow in breaths
of relief that there is a now
composed of this present
unlike what tension gives
there is sound
and it falls well

nothing less than aerial







Daylight accumulates
in spite of my fractions

accordion leaves
go a startled green
before the rain

holding up the better part
of what to light is a conversation

narrated as appetite
to verify, a pleasure

To continue thus
to fold in the conditions
I have opened

Idiot sky going dark
Little winds curling
wide of the mark