i
inkthat in five lines becomes
a bunch of nettles, in the night points one step north, where
the colour of water gets
over the road,
over the three-quarter moon, gets in after —
(before the first thought
ii
on the vine, life in clusters;gathers of grey fur;
rough-thread-bound blind
mayfly eternity
iii
things built from nothing;crowds,
objects themselves.
things made from mirrors;
light locked.