from The Aura
moves down the milk green star curvy vocal
resin in on onyx little smudge borne out gilt tree
a shadow met through moving ovum in flanking legions bower
in air blue kite up there under generations
bit by spider by mosquito sounds like tin foil ore
out of ground the wet green shims under numerical graft
on the pear tree one branch roped to the other
with gauze and in wet grass Pythagorean Tree is full
of river and aluminum rectangles clacking in wind photopolymer plate
ashes clicking in the tree and hung grey metal crossection