red and black, children, a mouse
granulation turns out to be a floating condensation on a swarm
coming into the dark bedroom. above the girl baby, the air
shapes eddies of her thinking and communication. fine,
subtle. i see it with recognition and confirmation.
two other sleepers with denser, fatter, comma shapes
above them
in here with me
she was glass, she was sheer to the brilliance
red silk coat
that the scale of significant event is different than
daily time
a complicated structure of knowledge and perception, the
paradise
i was with, balancing and feeling in the sense of being with
the forms of writing
the loveliness of tissue, tissue
that's how
a gauzy, diaphanous expansion
focus to the air lines, and past
oh if it could be traveling like that
last night the coyotes
a red light and a drone crossing the grand green band
a red light and a song traveling together that way,
beautifully
are as sheet clouds
thought, if you put out mouse poison, are you giving up
paradise
mouse droppings on the counter and table, walls with
feet in them yes, walls with feet in them
poppy crystal wall
unfolded edges like paper, angular
it stops at dark, streak
he came upstairs to wake me. i was awake
around that i see the light of the room
i broke eight eggs into the red pot. each made a bell.
luke and akasha made the fire. judy mixed the rest. i put
on the griddle. when i chopped kindling luke wanted to
watch. akasha said, there's a little mouse there. i said,
maybe it's holy mouse. judy said, it's a very small mouse.
i looked and it was. i heard myself remarking about its
unworldliness. i meant, i love you holy mouse
put my shadow over. it was among the stems eating small
stinkweed, white, flowers. then my hand, until my finger was
at its head. i said, i'm touching it, it doesn't even know
i'm there. two fingers. it seemed slightly to smell them.
then laid its head on the two fingers, closed its eyes. i
was in the scale of mouse looking at the short, warm and
longer hairs of it. small red crabs on its fur. white,
long-fingered star feet. i was enlarged talking to myself
in wide fast beats. is this really happening. michael
said, leave her alone, she's in intimate communion with her
mouse. when akasha said, can I pick up the mouse, he said no
before I did. when akasha cried because luke hit him
because he'd scared away a squirrel, the mouse went under
the washbasin
it is possible but forbidden
her given task is to sort on the line
abundant in happy curiosities
i'd like to have been able to describe while i was away.
thought, here, it could only be the old worthless especially
adjectives
but what there is now is, still, wanting exactness to make
a stronger memory and incident
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