I.
How to puncture the realtime
theatre of framed veracities
competing with an arrow’s feel
& glow? How to beat the hum
of this air of receding when
harm is wondering where to farm?
II.
The most effective tool for
Words is the one I hanker
For in the forest of ink, the
Deathwell of distance and
Memory; that is where the sun
Wills and the waves affirm.
III.
How to engage the sum
of nonsense? do you just
pitter the patter with a
pith of shoo? or do you
subsist in desisting? do
you fill the cup of brine
with a shave of hubris,
a clip of mauve and some
rubber? how to besiege this
shibboleth? do you preach
one geography and map another?
do you slip into a vow of
how and whatsoever, never?
IV.
The tug of dark is soot in this month Of cut and burn; it is a daily rite, This cut, this howl of night, day, Sun, tendrils of tinder tender wisps.