freed overnight with droplets free

grazing lands farther

west hundreds of big

animals traveling together.

quiet repetition

whose softest voice

ebbs oceanlike

as the shore.

crown of this,

now, and always

humid to clear,

humid to clear

eyes silver wishing

to reflect a thousand

and one stars.

discus discuss the terms

for my release”

discis laughed

and discus

repeated a

phrase that often

before he

had used

with so much velocity

that dolphins

swimming far along

the ocean floor

could not know

what secret methods,

what mysterious employments

had been employed

there.

Before it had been

something large and complex

to utter

but now it seemed

so easy so decidedly

simple.

true

the height of everything

contained within it,

a single point

blinking like

light,

exhaling soft droplets

of grownsoftness,

grown from many worms

this silk

between my fingers

gleams or

glistens to music

created everywhere

inhales a steady

air of newness

and moves

what’s more.

explain emotion

emotion explains:

“plain to the naked eye

a fast runner,

hurtling across the plains,

seems to insightfully

gain your meaning

the one you hurled

at the world at

large and with it attempted

large things before

you only thought of

and now had received.

A gift from the sky

came to you, you

exclaimed:

‘Oh!’ and passed

out beneath the sun,

awaiting the moon.”

touching only certain textures

realizing only some things

i came to a realization:

i said, “i think

I know.” i knew

i knew something

but i slipped at

true answers

or grasped at

false images

or took pebbles into

my palm.

I’m starting to see

no pattern,

this begins

to make little sense

as i aware of

what goes around

will walk more

around this at

every angle reaching out

to touch.

the stars forming a gourd

hold what?

in your palm.

tasting like lemon

scratched surface

that’s there with

princes’ princesses

princesses’ known as

what? i thought

of this as i

sat at the

window of the train,

and meditated

more on it.

buds of flowers

creeping on the vine

told showing things

to those that watched

on the porch.

one

two.

three, four.

the things on the table

i spy

are sitting going

nowhere.

They one, two, three, four

seconds hours days

count quietly to themselves.