Ahead Fault

Out of others

Ahead of ouch

Hellacious in address

Comportment with hands

One over the other again waiting

Count up that you’ve always forgotten

Scales plus logs plus perfect rectangles or little dogs

Even even after all

Strangely solid

Strangely shaped

Sagging some

The way it carries itself

This day, this way, this

The way it ambles nightward

No more jars

No more fireflies

One more

Focus You’ll Mean It

You’re here

You’re gone

You’ve been and you’ve been again

The thing about quartz

The thing about long afternoons and long drinks

Piled up in strings and salvage

Corners were made for turning

Deserts were made and dunes were made

Beaches reconstructed, bridges stood up

We’re disarming now

We’re ready for it

When I Step Away and It’s Still

Two hands, two feet, two dogs

Prayers for the praying

What was once the pinnacle of engineering

British people and their athletes

When we talk about angles of ascent

Or throw-weight

When we talk about what’s next

When we submit to the speed of light

When we tell it like it is

Compression is what it is

And we have our whole lives to sort it out

Admit One Tasteful Shield

Buckle past done

Trenched, troweled, found

Forgotten, found the once more

Nice young man

Nice street, nice trees

This way lies the ground

Filled out before finished

Shine, shine, shown

Around the temporaries

Home of the home stretch

Measure miles if you can

I’ll watch

Who Do You Who For

Start with numbers

Start with action

Concentrate farming

Or morning-quiet streets

You just have to cut something

Then it’ll all be fine

As in it’s all Greek to me

As if this is your first life

As if circles don’t start somewhere

Prime numbers are only special in one direction

But you hold on to what you got

When ash starts falling from the clouds

Markets bottom out

And the ocean goes red

Stay home, stay home, stay home

Force begets force

Fire, flight, questing, camping

Kind

Search Token

Love lost

Cloud space

Master clutch

Formless friendship

Allowed landscape

Knotted mail

Handsome aspiration

Interrupted pledge

Like Most

Like most casualties

Strips of road by the water

Out of the way places

To Gain Elevation

Birdsong opens

Buoys announce

Rudders declare

We climb or rise or clamber

The day somethings, the sun somethings

There is weather and hunger and obligation

There are memories and thieves and also folks that are pulling for us

Then ambient awareness, orientation, activity

That which, that that, when if there

You can line up the stars just right

You’ve been here before; you’ll be here again

You’re the one who will make it matter

Oh / Your / Weep

Two to one

Tow onward

Dais honored

Next

Divided and cloth-draped

We approached dawn

Not violence, not violent, not new

Unknown

Next

Shoulder implied

You walk sullen? 

Sodden? 

Sounded?

You walk

Next

The realm of the realm

We gotta go back to the beginning

We should

We must

Next

Just a little bit

Just a little bit more

Hundreds of years

One One Two Nothing

It began with rain

A search for comfort

Untold extremes

Family resemblances

A row of cliffs stretch west

Westward layers  of ocean

Land rights

Lanky is lankier still

There’s room for everyone

Time Is Different

Time is different for the massless and you don’t want any of that

And how there are only cages for those who know it

Trees in forests

Days in phantom months

Lives in lost colonies

We headed north or west and brought our loaded prefixes

Not meals

Not means

But yes yes something old

Another old thing and another building the first fence in the English countryside

Essentially

Here a waterslide long after the Days of Waterslides

Here a bottomless pit with nary a heroine in sight

Here a scenic view

And here

And here

And here

Everything has a way of becoming everything

Look at the sky

It’ll tell your story

One Morning One Day

One morning Baltimore

Notes on as if

Sentences are for commuting

And load times the way to work

How far how far

That we question apple cores

Or squander science

Or silence Spring

How far how relative so far and nowhere

And then one evening, Amherst