Habitat of obdurate melancholy,
the center lands of

minute consequence, rank

What did you learn from the dead?
To turn cold in stages to stage
bleed an invisible instant goddamn

us with no light
the dog edging its nose
out the window and snapping the air

This charcoal way surrounds my spot in dust
Dusty property the grit of the word
Word it so the song persists in a trust

“Do you know that it really could be cool