soft metals. Garment
District spill of indigo
on concrete. blind itself,
the optic nerve receives
a mediated signal. all
absences immediate in blue
























we speak at night in unrecorded languages
local only to the acousmatics of the sleeping
body’s voice, the listening veil of nerves. relentless
with hours, with each hour’s attendant angel, governing
planet, darkness pours into itself like salt

























awake again to the sound of rain. the night
is held in it. each accumulated sound
another layer of transparency. mirrory, your back
against the sink. do the oscillations in our cells
predict a future absence? tributary vacancies
in matter, blue veins beneath the tongue.

























the strictest measurements of time are hinged
to the vibratory flux of softened metal. Caesium
(from Latin sky blue) is mined from lakes for clocks
and oil well drilling. isolate of Pollux, ellipse
twin of Castor, split his brother’s death in two
to orbit outside time as Gemini

























to re-adhere to mirrors press two
fingers to the hollow of the throat.
the visible, Aristotle says, is both color
and that which can be described but
has no name. water scraped across
the surface of itself

























out of time comes form
in its ability to be dissolved
and made again

if there is something that remains it is this

watery precint wherein all things become
mirrors of themselves and are
arranged around the room like ladders

























crescent
dirt in nails, semi-
lunar valve dis-
autonomic 




dissolve capsule in lukewarm water. chamomile &
glass bead of the throat. collect the scattered
fragments, heavy shards of bathtiles, official documents
to pin our fissured bodies to the solid realm of signs

























awake, you are an after image tracked
across the bed. black coins of clodded
earth in the vertigo of leaving. slipping
in and out of masks, in nebulae of
beaded sweat, the petal-fossil of your
kneecap that I pressed into my mouth

























as in certain manias the dead
renounce their claim to property
and, lacking mirrors, recompose
the living in the image of their debts

























rate of observation
quickens. glittery husks
of insects, half-full tub.
in the dark of pupils votive
tunnels of thought break
down into shimmer. electric field
erotic calculus of edges. micro-
plastic currencies of touch

























leave behind the body and its language. make nothing
of it. sliced lotus root, the heart’s insurgent chambers. soft diameter of anus

dilates into libra

slowly tuning
dialect of shattered stars
























what is healed in anger, what is hidden. to extract salt from water
and expect to be made clean. to dress oneself in sheets of glass,
in covered mirrors. having passed through having.