I fill my words with stories
Telling each one two by two.
Two wartime inventories,
Two catalogues of senescence.

Reality constipates          you
The Other                       outlines me
Each one will                   affect Science
With phenom                  enology.

The true dictionary source:
I, the diction, world taker,
I, the fount of god, the baker,
I, the emergent vital force:

Living words become stories: I/you.
Telling, we live each one through two.

The snow in the parking lot
Was unexpected.
Like the snap of fingers
While we work at our desks,
Quietly, in service.
Cars now white molds: cold intimations
Of cars, now toys.
The walk is smooth,
Our footsteps gone.
Of course! Though unanticipated.
Everything rational:
That weather defines us,
That cars prove irrelevant,
That nature covers our steps,
Everything, eventually.

I’m standing at the edge
Or a forest

corner  .  laxative

Trip: These words,
My expense.

What of firs like these?
What of Christmas?
What of darkly covered souls

in there . in there

Poem: Mapping a trail,
My expense.

Is anything possible
Inside wild
And powerful beginnings?

worth it . empty iteration

Language: The fate of all civilizations,
My expense