immediately motionless likeness

by going you have to be and

seek it

out

said the starlet in the shared volitional language of space and time

explanation thrashes round the thing but doesn’t touch it

the thing we know then as /style of thrashing/ or

ripples in the pond sufficient

in itself, she licks her tongue, it could be desired as a figure—

faithless as a class of examples

i found new objects swimming blankly in a common

sense, by going alone to listen

to them

in the night

light of their pool—

to begin with life or stars

the spring as source or

season

when to start—i love what you

said about the birds

as distance is required for attraction

& force keeps its distinctions

in a tall hull

called law—

clever in the style of depth in a painting

sumptuous for use, and briefly this

of fancy, pity, and devising,

wherefore as it is at the right door

make it language or rejoice

this is how you touch me in my other ghosts

& short of the occasion

just a frequent mist of atoms

all touching in the arms

like an error in the wish

Source: PoetryNow (2019)