out yet
attempt
tense against
promise
as neat as a
pile of dogs,
so fungible
you heap to be
harnessed into
stubs and grids
anastomose
the stone tool using
grief to
call it a place
from being not
for them
the world glass-inlaid
itself a place
being
not for them
its loving
credit witness
with infinity
pleases as it burns
in the blood,
trapped
the sun
by speech
try yes to wriggle out
the heat
of the name
