I’m amazed at the way she carries
her weight,
angling ahead, temporally, ageful, saying so
much. And how I lay;
in wonder; empowered—marching mobile
machinery, peace-marking;
undercurrent undulating in the pleasing
empty lamplight,
encompassing—stacked down places—
lines of lights,
satisfied within a distillation
of quiet memory.

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light drenching,
permissive of emission, byway
ray, cathode sting—some
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The buildings’ wash,
I rise.

The buildings’ fall,
I wash.

The buildings’ weep, the peoples’
feel, I wash.

The peoples’ watch,
the buildings’ fall, I rise.

The buildings’ feel, the washers fall,
the peoples’ sweep, I fill.

The risen reel, the washers feel, the
buildings’ lie, the peoples’ fall,

I heap.