the way this faucet lands

nights end

a culminate’d syllable

all 

a muted sound

pound pound pound

the way this faucet lands

spray splash resounds 

abounds 

into the warmth

focus’d scope

reaching a

affirmation  

the wrongend of the telescope

taking a

accumulation

focus’d scope 

planting seeds
now

empty handed   

masquerades and incarnates

an epistemology of passé confetti 

masquerades and incarnates

exhuming assumptions 

static an arching bow

gravity fall on me

curtain’s deaf pulleys 

counting the hinge

counting the hinge

a-door’d

impasses thru a middle age

remembering that static

apres 

streams.channels

stack everyall 

up

 burn.

atone’d

‘sisyphus happily’

hard me be

refuse

refuse 

the horse 

that

drug the rope

that

drug the life

must’d 

before

a word

there

laid a desire

that

drug a thread

needle’d

trojan’d

spoken’d

chosen’d