This one out in the interim check
a part of what and how o'clocks
a key they call minor inscape margins noting
a short straw pulled
no reach for next reason
a role for no one but yourself
curtain drawn by light
panes raw dawning
Weak weekday on the drift and sly
then wake to say pistils
opened to alighting an uncomfortable lie
put down the night word
hoarse is the radio
lead throat to silencio but
what keeps awake human static
draft's cold sluice
sharp's intangible
To one extent death
let go into wind a sheet
music for when
windlass whirls in morn
worms and sheaves
segmentations segues
brevity a breath
What left
to leave
a space as much
to keep at
say
Pace nights dream wedge unreason
regress to one part rust and the rest
waste one more
ticks tick more slowly now than else
less feeless
than doldrums beat
all the king's men didn't want to
a ruler's increments don't
star the lineaments
Orion made of stops
