how
strange to struggle
against dissolution what?
impulse demands remembrance
this
this this
this
shield,invisibility,ring,
kick,punch,timewarp
combats entropy the falling away
into randomness because
because because i plead
this
must be,

and

is what i attach
all is unfinished

i give you
this sedition, no

there is no conclusion, and

nonotseamless
staple, to stab two edges and
force them together with steel
sutures, for some, an invented ear
a displaced bone
precise like new
i replace myself

i draw the embroidery on your shirt
writing with water on a stone
i draw for the disappearing

the stone knows the surface and the core
where is the water
when i finish writing?

beloved, i stutter at goodbye
leaving is private, quiet, discreet and mine
goodbye is yours as well

i like the ambiguity of leaving
mine, that is
we leave off the wishings
not abrupt

only things not said
the reverberation of the mundane
and understood, the circumspect,
or not

i understand leaving
or not

this is mine
to name you beloved

or not

i leave now
you do not know

but i
traverse the mundane markedly

this

walking in the cold,
with your confessions,
this

the toast in 12 raised glasses
this

the sharpie
in a dimmed bar with strange images
this

six different drinks
this

a shared cigarette
this

all of us
this

is bliss

i am the five blind men
with my precious pieces
the tilt of your head
the impatience of your hands
the quirk of your mouth

i am the thousand blind men

and you are inconceivable