under guise

–and in furor–

meet my eyes

in the mirror,

I’ll surprise

you still nearer,

when you Nod…

As you rest

~I will spirit~

in abstract

you will hear it,

in your ears

~like a lyric~

you forgot…

In a dream

* and a vision *

missing scheme

minus schism,

the unseen

side of the prism,

can be sought…

By the wise

> in reflection <

this surprising

connection,

will escape

all detection

by the Gods.

all these numbers

I have,

all these remembered numbers

. . .

digits that don’t add up to

anything anymore

Time differences

across which you’ve

gone missing

3 hours ahead. . .

3 hours behind. . .

your absence

on your end

I feel between,

This number

to cell

and that number

to land

these numbers

to live

to life

what if,

what if,

there is no see?

(anymore)

Nor connection

to be had

(again)

or heard

(asylum)

with or without

“hashtag 1”

these numbers are

just extraneous now

. . .

Litanies missing meaning

this day in September

and oh!

That day in June. . .

tagged dates

for Asters. .

cut and without water.

and sudden lilies, too

damnably persevering

a dozen I think

at least

(but can’t be sure)

since numbers

bear forgetting

remembered numbers

. . .

that don’t add up

to anyone anymore

 
 
a lark,

on one wing

I fly,

seeking

hunted trees

where unseen forests

grow in each branched shadow

in the manner

sad seas

hide

in

each drop

that falls from eyes

and crashes floors

(seasoning face)

. . .and reseeding. . .