Summer’s welcome. The emptiness that was

one fine day...

                  A mercury-brimmed scree

insubstantial in unexpectedness

to dawn, ‘disappeared’
into the leg o’mutton of oblivion :
You behind the scene evaporating..

— we owe you nothing
                  falling out w/ your daylight and sexual theater on the same sheer precipice..
every day becoming ordinary knowledge

of parallel ebullience
                  waiting to come round up ideas sprouting from half-sleep,
holding up w/in geometry to grant the horizon the whole body.