47.

lamp.

is golden exactly
this?
furtive stretch
into the dusk and window
feel. a part of
(gravity) youngs
the way through mystifying
daylight otherwise.

song pro-
forma yarns
its way into
the status
of a festival.
yours separately
in a small
far-reaching
innocence.

incense allows
pearls of a sentence
to be felt
on skin
(within)
the sense of
thirst smell.

all over the globe
window after window
forms a layers
of contrition
or unfeeling
ventures
into meadow after
sparse place.

allow thus
a little of stored
tributary to extend
beyond this small
circumference
of light.

48.

nerve.

affirmed in
visible palp
as if (and) only
(if) nine times
out of tenderness . . .

the bluish wash behind
the text
the text lui-meme
the overdose of consonants
the few vowels
the infraction

every concrete notion
needs an article
yes? proof to introduce

the main stage
main sail (oops)
the the the
portion of once
viewed makes
semblance sense.
with tense diminution
of the cause
still in effect.

49.

eyesight.

hers I mean. its temperature. the hilt of under-
standing in the way
of how I read it. with my self-
determined fluency that I suppose equals
full clarity.

how she affords her watching
safely me although she is not looking
at the surface it is as though
she sees through that place.
she sees past that and every
hunger. she extends her happiness
to gather also her unhappiness
into no forecast at all.
because.

pivotal quality of formulation breathalizes
improperly assumed stasis as if
externals made of
our interior mere victim.

she can get out
of anything
she tells me.
I have already declared
this to her.
our agreement is washable
blue yes?

all over the planet all the scars
mishandled over miscommunication
have been healed for this
small moment seeming
on the outer edge thoroughly
unmomentous.

there. I've said what I was
seeing this for instance
and it means concurrently
the everything in nothing
of humility in overtone.

50.

tank.

blended something sleek now cloud within.
the moment quite impure as expert knowledge would bestow.
inclusion dusts the premises.
it is white where you have premised clarity.
the noise of an infatuation cancels a precise stream.
penance supposed to clarify makes north marks.
there are reasons just as there are rivers.
there is a hoist function that has to do with movement.
when we hold we change.
take this one statement and charge to it a fence, an altar, matter.
simple as that.
a blank plot.
these holdings.
something to receive within a park nicknamed encanto.

51.

cushion.

she sat offering a second
helping of a small thought grown large.
the atmosphere in the enclosure
seemed to gain electric current.
conversation turned to blasphemy
laced with a wish to finish
with the present tense.

some of us were comfortable, we told
the others. it was nice to sit
on something firm, with purpose
and without.

the room was not her room
but we belonged. opened its
shape she left home breathing,
and we notified ourselves this was
a contest. or the finish line
had come.

would comfort curse success against
our grain. how would conformity
change operatic symptoms?
who was there to listen, who
would speak or sing.
the moment would break open
into other moments all called now.

52.

decorum.

if no one tells me I erase the dark trail
and relax the night to suit.
indifference as passion misinterpreted skews
signals muted as mooshed silk

no wonder the gospel has conveyed praise
in the form of whittled tact
no one is listening to rehashed once vivid
stories turned to vaporous retraction
as in eloquence without a line of code

no matriarchal boniface will stretch
my symptoms to include a flower for lapel
and domesticity there is a job to do
someone must get it done beneath a veil
of specificity we've come to count on
as the backbone of (etc.)