Figura
From synthetic crash of sea; sea’s admonishment
presaged on the newly sheer slip of shore
(grow me a face
where she is buried)
I in my half-shaded bode, shadow
of contiguity, event
sundered to a simple limb, history
cloaked and needful
ask how many
simultaneous woods are she
hooded through
or what bespeaks the tender
auto, its mad patience
to begin being—