the sharp hindrance of forgetting

I saw grass as brother it threw the husk       of dawn & the riddle – I began to speak in broken       syllable & the river blinked -

the boundaries of the sun have begun its descent       slow, feral, full of the red that brought peace to ague &       power to eye, to limb - there is a theory of open space where clouds meet       kite & how meets the wailing why of happening -       no sun is closer to my face

than this sun - no buzz of an afterlife is redeemed by sip of water       no dream is begun in memory       the sharp hindrance of forgetting -