More of the Same

How Many Pieces How Far

At some point the angles stop adding up

Torque meets time rather than try a little tenderness

And waves of whatever drown out the wonder

Graying figure and graying field

There’s no way home now

So we stick and move till we make new spaces

Thread threats to whose trouble now

But every matter leaves a mark

Sounded seams on covered ground 

Two of us and then three of us and then more

How does it end

What You See or Feel

Pressure nailed

Erased in column

Air and sea and certainly stone

Following faithful to heart

Fast-found the squandered castaways

Call it what you will

Deep breaths, calisthenics, cardio

Overhead and through it

River water again

And the first and second rails

Miles of perspective