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swept up against a cliff
of wind.
i extend my telescope
to reach far, hoping horizons will touch my back, sole, elbow, as the floor, into details of wood grain, a future, house, breaking jaw, earthquakes rock open sternum to close
again clavicle fans in to clutch my arms,
my chest. Seeing as
a trail of ants; to focus.
The toes the toes, the toes, the toes, the moment a blossom sheds
every petal in a blue
sky lightening spasm
and then spirals into pollination, into
wind sweeping and drop a submarine the toes
are the anchor the sea is floating inside the sky.
sweeping gesture against a background of black rock. The islands off the coast of Japan pose photoshoots for my body to navigate Awkward language. Fingers mistranslate heels, articles, sighs, lie down
lie down, crease chin, a gainst signs,
Again, again.
catch it quickly
the look that summons you
and weigh it in flour
on sole of foot
on sole of hand
and listen to time when
you time your sleep
and watch all your
friendship when you shelter your eyes. You see them when you listen, you
hold them in the back of your throat, you care most when walking the gravel
line, you tune with those times
you tune in time
the tuning continues, always.