Both Halves of a Distant Blue Object
2022
See a damn thing in this light—
Veiled stairwells glide to my
Is that closer? That's close enough
Darling at the head of sixty
Now— to one side fly the empty
Shadowless lights all calling
Terraces and scraped nests of let's
Laughter's call in the atrium / to
Call it Worldwarland, a busy place
The gilded City of Corridors
And serves a decent espresso, but's
A swirl of hemi-
Got no milk that's not long off.
As the colours run home / to
Here's the promises and wet cargo
Her hands as each declares its
And the uncaptioned foreignness
Own fragment of Dawn, waits
That comprise the wide wastelands
How the moon waits – with
Of Prologue and his accoutrements,
Shining, loving dispassion,
His flashbacks and scores and lyrics
Upon the reversal of the day –
And flinches at the smell of her or
How click and whirr the million
Anything like
Engines of its holy, golden hell