Immeasurable agave thoughts
A reliquary of refineries
And sri to the pearlescence
A billowing out of branches
And the dickering in the isles
Like opal trees and opal blackberries
The fecunderies of a planet
And a washboard’s ambience
The soloism of the marrowed
And quiescent samsaras
A true wing in my mouth
And bleeding willows
The clarified waves
Or once in a timelessness
The square earth rosined
And the stone in my head
be universal 