Next to the mountain the mouse is gigantic.
One star turns away from another star.
The ages peel off in sheets and in sequins.
Two creeks braided, two brooks knotted, a little seethe of sea.
I was there for one extra.
The next absence requires days of preparation.
We can tease out a drop, put it aside, anxiously flexing.
Has sopped up several lives, yet the gold’s still dry.
How many rivers shall be cut from the one river?
Not a bad body. Has all the essentials.
That is because of the alone quality.
The outward push of light forestalls a collapse.