Glass compels me outwards
Pushing off
Turning swimmer in a pool
Paper is a different kind of summons
The constraints of the window
Control the whole
A mirror reflex
My fingers
Wander
Constraints of the page include the universe, I breathe.
I take in leaves far away
And insect murmurs
I recognize the pool in the garden
It is beautiful in its picture
It is a gesture
For pennies, not people
a receptacle for fantasies that have been cast
To come true
a debt extended
residue
Descendants of trees absorb secretions from our sloppy pads
Descendants of sand repel them
Closely, could they find their way inside though
And melt images
So oil dissolves oil
Without water
The images are mis-timed, though
We could never leave them in the sun long enough
Hands cradle, sockets hold, ear registers, filia connect
Silence of submurging and lifting
That comes with distance
The quality of the breeze that makes the leaves
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