[the sequence]

                            a whale
                            and then a word
                            part of the burning





















                            stars today
                            when i look out from
                            this octopus jar

where my squid-hearts
beat
pale, fragile blossoms

                            short night;
                            a dead cat next to
                            a jellyfish

after peeling my burnt skin new coolness




















ants begin to look like an idea

the crickets listening to my shadow

                            dawn light
                            bait
                            under my nails

a piece of the stone god in its shadow

a wing o
pen
i
ng
a
quest
on
my
back

                        on the flying tiger’s neck
                        the starlight
                        through my ribcage

                        entropy
                        i give this flying tiger
                        my ring finger

i pull the sapling growing out of my palm out of my dream

                        cloudless
                        a day balanced
                        on the blue apple

the moon delivers another child by the water

abandoned by an insect full moon and i

                           another god
                           built of words
                           moon tugging

the word god being eaten by a field of robins

sometimes the wind lifts its wing up to read

i exit a bird song a feather

where the sky becomes empty laughter

                              infringing
                           on the dunes
                              mercenary’s smile

a soldier walks by the black and white languages i can’t understand

only american deaths count the stars

my complete lack of patriotism full moon

                           with flashlights
                           children fight eachother
                           until dawn

the war awakens the face of an insect in the mirror

invading another land crow caw

                           within our bombs
                           the flood of honey
                           shifts

                           in spring
                           a worker changing
                           the town’s name

                                   like
                                   sho
                                   ot
                                   ing
                                   fish
                                   Gaza

walrus with its mouth wide open war statistics

                           reading the news
                           his fan slowly
                           becomes still

                           the banned flag
                           unfurls
                           burnt hills

the distant color of the world i telephone raw flesh

                           to breathe
                           new life
                           mockingbird blood

                           the milky way . . .
                           we start to discuss
                           Pac-Man strategies

                           pollen
                           through and through
                           a pink mathematics

the river giving up the ghost of fireflies

could be her could be a firefly

                           she answers
                           without hesitation,
                           fireflies

the day melts her down into a pool of stars

i keep thinking more transparent than water

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