the lesson in the arch     of brick by brick a poem is is lamb laid close
to memory     a primer in the air     a structure made of only simple words
the poem fails to be     the lesson in     its imminent collapse     a lamb
of memory that starts to pull apart     in air unsolid cloud
of imagery of gentleness that shimmering    column swarms
of gnats form in a ray of sun     the basis of
no colonnade nor capitol     upholding nothing     lawlessness
its little sphere     an open fist     that tries to grasp
its nervousness as if it was     a bunch of
violences with sorrel intermixed and loosely twined 
with wisp     of rural straw that image     -whim I keep returning to for barely
being     held
together by a thought     of risk      of carelessness     a wound
for its own sake a making     -light of self     -catastrophe     it costs nothing
to destroy     the real     work is simply in resisting     total
relaxation     any final slippage of
the sleet in spring to rain     the image of     a lamb maintained     at its extremes 
of legibility     as cloud dispersed but not     decayed a form
of foam or generosity the honeycomb     of empty bone with silicate     the ample
iteration of a microlattice friable     but ultralight in memory the sparse
but structural internal     rhyme supports a loose
regime or form of gentler     extremism in apparitions only     on the fringe       
of vision’s disconnected     webs of sweat that
bead concealing stress in seeming     frail the fairy
dew-gems on the lightly     spun from leaf to leaf the poem
fails to be     an aerogel     of carbon nanotubes or metal sponge and keeps
collapsing in and in until     it opens out a pit-
kin of itself     a dearer form      of hollowness of ground    or air or ought as in    
you ought     to lighten up     ought not
calcify the shock     of sudden order     dissipates a friend
is not a world     you lose     for loss
of world is just
the coming of the next world this     world is