Sinister (Mirabile Dictu)
Left to the ocean to matchstick the hull.
Left in the darkroom to develop the trees, what distant
fluctuations, what hooves freaking insects out of grass.
Pan left: glass tadpoles you may try with a hammer
and never get the damage of. Of what was left to whom
(the will) was cold. Across the waterspout and thirst
came between the waterspout and thirst.
Pliers for a glass tail, pneumatic hammer for a stone waist.
What was left was holysh atter—was anyways
and ultra-violet,
was summary in the arms of periphery.