Opennes of Comets
The minus, grown from sky with face of clouds, with a primary exemption
Saddened in terms of emotion, but of thought
In grief and desperation, where in word is reprieve that codes the world
Their broken shin responds to the bond-cloth of wind
An unsexed and fruiting tree
A bush with associated pain recalled by the meeting of their two eyes
To learn from what you learn from me
The blossom’s weal is sizeable, thus subject to an analytic ardor
They are the compositional flourish of an imaginary crime, dear blossom
As the purse mouths the felicitous edge of daylight, the red-leather painted stone
(To learn what you unlearn from me