a nonseen

tempered

til

shifts

nearly lined

from above

the evening

fell

in the hours before morning we rode our bicycles to the gardens

and with lens

and light in hand

we recorded the things there

the 'scone birds' on 1st & asbury

will watch
you

from here and there

as you eat

the props

sounded

in approach

there are things that i have loved in a certain way

that do not exist

so i waited

for an amount of time;
a particular distance

as if a protractor

one eighty

forty five

ninety

through an exact curviture i viewed

lumoebae

lumeukaryote

feathered red

until the film leaked blue

a series of panes

placed one by one

until

it became less about the hills

then

an inaudible pause