I

II

III

gush of penumbra

anchored in the calm

 

untouched beyond.

soon to unearth

—poem written on the page—

the graveyard of words

past the other side of spring

bursts the penumbra that names

stripping bare the sea sky jungle

the bark of the landscape

vanishes

things recover

the skeleton of their name

born

from the ground heart

the word

tireless

toward the ground dancing

points

IV

ambiguity
like ice like breeze
like dune
sedentary

V

asleep in the chasm of the future
lies the lone stone that can strike transcendent

VI

naked
the game
night plays
sentenced by thought
—the more nocturnal
the more luminous