Hey bay for us today & carrion
the market collapses takes us in / grants
one dance one only see us newt
bright green collapse the little air
therein rays of heaven headed us
are hairs / ends / days / mists /
pale discrepancies. us stands for us
in the stippled presence of half-things, junk,
a squirrel stinging his tail gold / capital rays / a hologram
that’s activity running along light, essayic / laces us up
w/ little bones, commas, sticks—
The hairs of the lord be curls
of pollen erroneous melodies sheesh
the helm falters in the wet leaves / we rakes
we cards / we liquid piffle standing water
*Forthcoming in Raft 2
