O crescendo of day to night
the Shadow
the ribs of spring,
a centipede in the shower
a sturgeon washed ashore
like holding the spine of a book

the rain plasters itself to the
sky like a kiss to memory
suspended motion
revealed
distances are the valleys
earth unparalleled
bowed and breathing

gave now giving birth
everybone a current

everyrock the chill remembered
everycloud a microwave

a storm is coming or going
teeth know the walnut crack
a boiled crab stepped on,
wine in the stomach
the word vermouth
her mouth, wordless
like a leaf, a single lantern,

everything, sex without sound
nor pleasure
immeasurably, indelibly
pressured
press
ures
the spring sternum, s
hards a,wait
ing co,llapse