
(composed of spoons, cranes, bowls, and shoes) (and a few other objects, which offer themselves as receptacles, their generous pile)

Three hundred tons of rain

A light inside of each twist and turn within some form of a redemption plot
(i saw your flapping inside the volumetric flask) (vigorous heating of the prima materia caused it to carbonize and layers would flake off and move)
(you and I do not come lightly to the blank page medicine bird)

Here is a sovereign sight (tell me again the story?) (how oddly different yours is than mine) (do we speak of the same invention?)

An encyclopedia of the stars was laid down as the napkin to be used during my dinner
(did you see what i said?)
(did you hear here?)
(muscle memory swallowed)
(it is least what one ever sees, it is only the way one feels to say)
(where my spirit is, i am)(what you swallow, you are)

Your forgotten page of the story
(one poem proves another and the whole)
(a giant on the horizon, glistening)

I sit on a folding chair and hold the entire universe, the weight of a head
in my hands, disintegrating in my lap (a saint of looking back at me)

A great many verbs denote the operation of sight, some defunct words don’t mean seeing, but say seeing

Mind, minding

Our protagonist gets his desire but not how he expects or how the audience expects

Gods and guides