Deflection

Variety of one

seen

through gauze

or gaze of several

hats of red—

put down utensils

& gun—

each single word portends

a chronicle of somnolence

a body distended or subtended by colors on a wheel. You were there, holding your hand beside organon of chiefdom & monarchical forests.

Too much

in months

falls through grains

of countries

& somewhere in a sixteenth hour a sleeve is looking for its shirt

into which it can press

a meeting or a monsoon

where you

meet for a story

(& after & after a personal narrative cuts into mountains)

but whose piety casts slots

into new anchors?