RESIST THE INNUENDO THAT YOU MUST BE CAUTIOUS
Had an idea I would lead people
Through a structure annulling itself
Un-sown and then re-sown iron
Hair filaments tinier more
Inscape than each one before.
A cross-hatch lebbeus scape
Inner and most dreamed, where
I’m in love with my
Own curious forming.
The people, I forget their names, who
Are they with so-and-so eyes
Light, non-bearing and
Endear’d somehow.
In slow burn and floodtide, all want me
So much, my dark care, my sequence:
Conciliate. Gentle metric.
Ahead and down
The city is a cake, a tiny plan really.
Is not congruent
No sub-wiring to help it.
Is damned and drained
Sits on a rock/I
Turn to the name I cannot remember with eyes
A man with the glittering
A mix of them all and alloy, adulterant.
I did once know how
To move quickly but
The fibers lapse away/I
Know the future-perfect arch gauze
Hard intricate million
Has risen from
A walk to the high line.
This is a dream, does it matter, I
Still lose my care
Fall into the narrows
Fall out to the waiting space, still
Throw my body down as aria drift.