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 -