Stasis teems, white, why, in what depth
must one see this to ground oneself, dig



to be here and now, future that wanted flesh
and erred, dug-upshovel



sickle and stonesquare practically rooted, echo
chewed over by teeth that always, no words



other than this the intended, gadfly spring sedge
bloodpeach chokepear nightinggales, perfect



on this paper that’s now getting rained on, now
blowing dry again, date, rest illegible –