From Memorial

 

suddenly, it's true

the neighborhood and the neighbor

in its collapse

till not one more movement found

underground

a line and an angle meeting at a point

in water

where two tunnels intersect

worm kiss

oblivious to the world

beneath a spate of crepe myrtles

//

water is bending its knees

what kind of

worm went under

in every form

 

think on it

the irregular regularity of the rounded

out hollow

the segmented corpse

//

can control exist in nature at any satisfactory level

seized by writing a beginning

there is nothing

in the water

until

a tower of trees fall

into a pool of night skies

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