A while since poetry.

Inter-layer
September 23, 2011

there’s a point, or position of mind, where fugue begins
connecting physical to each elementary volume of space, each transition
where one borrows walking in forest, stride become trees, become path
become pressure between stages of laminate time, furrowing possible seed
between in-strung within, core central to process, silvered cloud conduct
all points being internal

there’s a dance, stored subject to find, where ambition ends
resecting positional through peace, antipathy-begot solace
where one borrows waking in den, sides from seas, from current
from pleasure of pages in ambience, thorough and plausible need
between threads twined, twinned to unending, dream silent ease
all joints selected

there’s a bending, or relation of hemp and sea, where we begin
are always beginning, are always continued, always unknowing
where one enfaces all possible condition, becomes those places
all writing world

Steal this and find only water.