waking to a sticky black sickness
which covers me
water inside rises to sick
as i rise
the sick rises
and then we
subside as one
undone
outside the birds
flight
call
a gnat
a
noise i do not know
dawn slow
but the sky
turns
the
sky
bulging bole of the box elder
plum green
down there
in the garden
something moves
i do not follow
though
i wish it
hidden
which covers me
water inside rises to sick
as i rise
the sick rises
and then we
subside as one
undone
outside the birds
flight
call
a gnat
a
noise i do not know
dawn slow
but the sky
turns
the
sky
bulging bole of the box elder
plum green
down there
in the garden
something moves
i do not follow
though
i wish it
hidden
waking to a silky blueness
which covers me
after inside raises to silk
as i raise
the silk raises
as then we
risen
now one
become