Gesture towards
A predicate. An arc
Completes itself
In water but water
Never remembers. This is
Charming because self-
Contained even -inflicted.
Kuoros, through time,
An outstretched
Armless. Please don’t
Stroke the powdery
Stump. Or if I try will I reach
Deep enough with my phantom.
Always this sense of
Falling away. As shadows
Crowd the tattered screen
Playing at the edge of the universe.
As through an opening
One leaves one
Behind, still straining
Towards an invisible ear-
Shaped object. If you’ve come
This far you’ve already turned
Back. The suspended
Fields. Wall as an eyelid.
Everything you’ve ever
Lost and still
Want will wait you out.
