W i l l i a m E r i c k s o n —

from inside woods

a place / below /

the houses /

plucks minerals

from walls, /

the meter counting /

backward. /

in back / drips /

the garden hose,

pennies pool, /

mud tracks,

/ memory is a labor

of cleaning.

small ringing

/ iron spigot /

the small rotations /

of a second / guess, /

a third. /

i same / and same /

then spring.

unseeable body / of sight, /

scared sensing / boy, /

the burnt filament /

dangles from

trusses

/ of forest. /

shut play, / sun /

cutting into

/ sea. /

i several under,

/ i simile. /

among the waves / a rise /

and / not a run. /

a long season

/ switchless /

rings around the room / on thread. /

tiny in the water

/ sediment opens /

a seminal eye / to

blackening landscape. /

timing windows

/ isolate /

or i extends

/ to mirror a surface. /

a self. /

sour instrument,

/ the skin, /

brining piles of burning

/ leaves. /

when are the troughs

of memory

beneath my body

opening states?

now is only

a closing /

maw. /

daft teeth,

/ time animals /

all of mind’s

construction.

a woods / asleep /

screens the sky’s

/ exploding bulbs /

for little

/ hints of root. /

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