The Descent
The descent has deepened
the interior lengthened
designated ending
Blind
pulled down inside and then
shot up again
to see east via the plateglass
a moon a monsoon an ashram
I used time almost wantonly
in that bald but sensual sky
to give me gusts
and more measurement
not to snap the stars shut
but Joseph said
you really ought
to tender how you sail by eye
your soul is just a length of baby
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