1
This is the forest entangled
the murmuring sun a gap
but full flat on arroyos
draws
a ridge of thought
coordinates of contentment
bioluminescent
on the maps of science and
mechanics
two birds of mind
metaphor and transport
sic gloria flying mundi
of the moment
makers
maps
repositioning deserts
prairies
hills
forests too
closed with cedar
west
to shining sea
a loss
unreconciled by ground
trains
peacock more than thrush
sky Zeus-like
down the mountains
sometimes
I hear a chorus
I mean outside the heart
visionary gardens
hybrid
this far north
inside too
far apart the birds
whir
hearts
I adapt
that is my virtue
land of rain
enchantment
expiratory cadence
grace in peril
calm
the trains endless
each alike
as last
deposited by glacier
my ledges
my sweet sound
of nothing
I agree
these are
productive days
if I move
it will be fast
2
In The Catalog of Applied Animisms
I flutter at a light
resistant
pulchritudinous
in portraiture a group
of the remaining
weave me to the other
the border
like a flag
not that one
much to carry
stateless
the country disappeared
in The Big Book of
Early Extinctions
simply being breaks the heart
runs the air
from sentences
from inventories
of the sublime
intimate
remote
strange storage
or portions of
the mute ecstatic air
summer of despair
the rootless
leave and stay
call if you get through
3
less tilt
than irritation of the sun
Northern Lights
the plasma smears
designs
do we even need ourselves
daylight
measured side to side
a mathematical solution
inelegant
wide
tonight the Borealis
tomorrow
field notes of heaven
an otter slips into the lake
a surface
shown us by the moon
who are the very near
which leads me
back into myself
to gratitude
where I keep it
I have never seen such lights
4
South Volcano Road
blocked for survey
men
math
tripod
a holy family needling
for assumption
positing the mark
of silence
of dark
magnetic horses
and a lark
to find
the magma toes
of sphynxes
flowed from vast
vermillion
holds
we all
sometimes
hope for the ecstatic
but no
the common reach
of mud
these
political
days
road without end
amen
ends here
raptors measure
my materiality
in basins salt/sweet
in white/dead bays
slurried grief
spent mountain
ruined peak
emptied of the need to speak
soul-sized
precise to pressure
to surprise
fossil goo
spewed from cones
all I visit gone
