How do I say clear? We
footprint on the moon planets
sleepy. Eyebrows
dee - remote conditions of the vernacular
grunt of galaxies.
blurry icons of the crude fertility.
How do I say clear?
We had frost on the grass prairies of spinning, wet
on the shoulders of God-
at night when the lighthouse was
ships angelic light.
And then, at a time
become flesh in the flesh torn
births alone. The brightest explosion
lost in the raison d'être.
