17 august          6:15          martha's vineyard

serrations of sky & sky making
shifts in the music so the blue
will break through or lying
in a different position to scatter
the dream

dispersal
on rollerskates hums
a different distant
tune & the phantom
logic of
in sedimentary layers
quarantine suspends
both belief & disbelief

the clouds are dramatic
the clouds are distinct
the clouds are not clouds
is it dumb to write about clouds?
the clouds are chrysanthemum
the clouds in pieces
in fragile redundancy with no running water

methods
of attainment fail
to pronounce
the consonant & i
pick up the phone
anyway disregarding
various considerations & what
my mother would have
me call reality

it would be
true to say
i am left-handed

& i am left-handed

distinction falters haze
systole diastole & vent
the horizon is only itself
& wide wood makes mirrors
undo the dream of dream & sky