Repetition as de-existence
         as condoned & re-spun vapour
         which continues to post-exist
         as mirages across an ark
         as lucid underwater scent

Watch me I put my fist in my mouth because I can.
Oh, humiliated, you should do something with your mouth.
My doctor said that. He was stained up his chin.

Sunlight, winter

Displays a weak extent,
A visible sling for fallen beasts, singular noise which die

A foal had been born,
had emerged on thin stilts
from the tobacco barn,
and with woodchips stuck

Painted over and over
There was never abuse
The Hump Mt. Mansfield
Painting and teaching

I think, “The moon is mine and all the craters are mine.”Then I begin to think, “I am covered with drizzling grief.”, “I have all the ice blue sinning birds.”, “I control the sea.”, and “Everything sticks out of the sea.”