XLIV

its alias and real name slide into me—
see, what I mean about meaning is that
I lean toward the interstices whereas you're signifying
things such as those great metal shreds and look
nearby are hanging gills;
she's gone and taken the guttering light (I get to keep the origin)
a complete set of scanning lines as next as word—
also available are the fox, the dog, the cat, the falcon—
if we can stay in control of your remaining emotion
long enough I fully expect us to win through
though family enough I know that property well:
someone leaving, scattered sightlines
and the body grieves us with
nothing to play for as usual