some more

rhapsody you,
lift down me.

whorl surf
splits black grease.

exactness. circle. notes.
pearl-middle tonight,

in mud, you too often
compressed. soft

flurries as wheels
broken dawn spreads

too. whose cerulean
conch washed commas

but not soundlessly
flicked litter vent, debris

hands choral. washed
interlocking movement

and it yes now
virgin further & you

used a spiritless axiom
in speak, ascend, in two.