hand & eye

this here a stream   bound to
my dragon’s

flight   this here too a stone
thrown by my

dagger’s spine   which wood
carved that

lonesome hand   what engraved
that eyesome



you will build a furnace out
of burnt

hands   eyes trained on point

see straight into your moist

the crutch of having stands now


the knot of meaning   the growth
of what feeds

the eye feeds the hand   this
not of knowns

that wraps stone wraps bone   this
naught of wire

whose where is unfound unthought
of till just now

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