Did it take you
Built itself up
by being more?
A sweeping motion
related to world view.
Your thumbs behind
For which the past
Then were you emptied
With itself we made
a great pair.
And the cast offs
Dumped and unknown
by the night.
Left the upward
notion of mountain?
To turn over and thin
in the air.
While it is important to say how things are, it is important to say how they are not.
Not as tense as they appear.
The silver wire tightens as the weaver leans.
Leaves redden at the bottom first, as words drop out of countable mouths.
My eye permitted to roam, I look at what looks at me.
The distance between a thought and voice equals one.
Widened to color and texture, my form begins to matter less.
I can be here, among vegetation, without understanding how it sways.
Bucks, revolts the weaver with both hands.
Many extravagant parties smeared a wide vision behind me.
When gazed upon is likely to become anything.