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

textually

next to nothing

and there

i imagined the day

like the smallest stones beneath bare feet

he would look

and look back

left

across my cheek

not unlike a cube of semi-soft cheese

i felt a falling short;
a hurled distance

storm clouds arrived on the nearer horizon

and they flew

in with the rains

in front of the wind

and we departed

to

here

from

some

other

here

on

mute

lesser tune

they no longer live here

nearer the door

before you leave

from the viewing wall

variations in form

variations in formality

-

i began to see less of me than i intended

standing as we had; now years before

we watched as

the fading light filled our glasses

sloun

idling to

idling from