I-dea – goddess of insight   some think it muse
    some choice thought
    some care   less word

I-dea – the flood which brings tooth to tale, blood to moon, hark to riversong
    the shimmer of wood as it ashes into pulp
    gift of her
    sleight of him, the
    tangent/radius/age of world
    wish to will &
    fire   not hound not spear
    my deep   my roar
    some think it muse   some care   less word

rank in box of want

the machinery has glottilitis
the machinery cannot spell its name
the machinery reasons, “can this be
                 what the machinery wants?”
the machinery is want is rank is box is rank-in-box-of-want
the machinery is not possibility
                 is not about to become impossible on its own
the machinery has glottilitis
                 is not about to become impossible on its own

this poem is feel

this poem is feel
it goes round the absolute and comes out
poem is
feel       it is naught & unknot at the same time
              it is heavy & feline under the same tree
              it is less & less the same lie       this poem is feel