for interweave #2

blithely you thirst
for the serene sepulchre
twirled instant of
sideways shattering
chapped as silence is
leaps its crypts of dusk
leaves them for you
glittering in nitrous looms
hygienist's chair
abutting clay-red burn here
you are quartz but softer
incinerated by dust
opal hook of space
fingers pried loose
torn pipelines thought
resounds in lights
printing blindness hearts
leaking their pulses to whir
some outer cry denial resisting
what happens is
not happening fourteen fathoms down
concentric seams between these
garbled currencies
where words desist where they
thrash against placement
a brook of violet
turns vermilion to black
and blackness a reflex
resists in you the I
as us and "person" carbon
you, chemically preening
lubricant hisses the not-blood
hers yours-- progeny of I--
diminishment conforms to
conspires in