And So, How Does One Learn How To Drown?
Like the blossom of the cherry tree unfolding from its good offices light falls out of spring green within the lung an unclasping which runs under water: one hears singing in the silt. Humble lectors in a labor of notice: the skin goes brown and blush and earthly— and wishes oh be and let not: not—, yet: no hindering. I cannot choose my treasure: Thou shalt—and thou Shalt— In the long grass and scrub I am shoring My portion and loose papers. Settling raw. Shambling into sunken traceries. And splint.