from The Aura
in hyaline wet cyst matrix the bowl a place of
waves and in glass puffs an audible round the
Latinate razor through cirrus you would say song down stairs
with foam on leather a fish caught for green meal
and the clear line at sea through fiberglass to
a wave in a wet face forward in cube root
mould a tin attic winter chrysolite moth and the little
one come out through sky algorithm hand in dandelion grass
that curvature of glass and edible sphere a spoon
a spot of water through the blue eye the head