21 august          6:15          martha's vineyard

sentient beings sleep more
use crutches, compare
the size of their glasses.
airport playwright's waiting
room where is thy undulant
anniversary? nor have i swept
the day clear of its windowpanes,
nor have i endeavored to bring
the farthest star home in a
cup.

why & when, the arbitrations
admire the turning faces
of the clocks teeming
with loss & factual accuracy.
misfortune befalls even
those who turn both
cheeks, i.e. backwards you
swam for efficiency's sake, if
efficience has a sake; beyond
weapons, a hatch or trap
designed to let the light in—
elsewise they'd say we were. end. (evil? enclosed?)