Ten or so
gulls’ kick it off, gliding
over trout.

Tearing in mean
swimmer’s blue,
in a numerary remainder,
inseparable in another, a magenta
more down surf, startling
‘partisan’ swaps
That swell
out of matter

pumping gas
& we’re going to say we’re metabolically all for one in suspension of disbelief

sparkling pen


-umbrae, barnstorming on top
dicing / re-arranging pushed to extremes,

undanceable “fetishisizations” — yet we’re dancing.