we sit in soft lymph light’s shadow slice of night
held aside some city vein city node encasing
silvery cigarette thoughts curled
quiet round the spot our gazes cross

and speak of some untouched darkness
beyond and beautiful reaching out
muscle out-pattern un-tapped tapped well
found forest pitilessness
and dream

someday smoke stack clouds carry our children’s minds
and rain upon earth-upon membrane broke and liquid
alone-all conversation with death explained
in time earth-echoing cross space

~april 1, 2012