blind ambivalence | scarred with blear
it was lamb to lamb’s wool | so what did you learn?
Tripling treason | at the catcher’s traps
washed stones | wishing the wasps
into the shrike’s | shoreline’s unslakeable
trench trickling off | among those tethered
to rapidity’s occupation | drained yet poisoning
captain’s calling off | the lights and the cudgels
could we listen? | can’t we clown it?
As devices scurry | as devils adroitly
and hashed it out | as owls, outliers
watery there above | blanketed with borderlight
reaching a river’s cold | a trench’s soft rind
what I studied unspooled | what I laughed with, sparked
and the cold got its kings up | unlived, uncocked alas
The morning’s maw | clobbering these men
Here where having | means to hold at a distance