What we see occurs as friction
the sky an oversimplification
of what has already occurred: drawn edging in blue against body.
Where does one deposit breakage?
The spectacle overhead dims into hillsides as if it could go on and on. So much language
divided between texture and thoughts, husked in plurals, in sagebrush, in green hues
As in, aluminum layers filling shopping carts illuminated by the presence of streetlights.
For example, portions of your breath hanging mid-air, changing from gas to solid as you
Breath defying gravity. Its mystery invisible to sight flowing steadily downwards
contracting, coursing over underlying surfaces: a misted seam against earth.
The last bits of sunshine form a grid of incongruous lines measuring parallel to
stretched horizon, marching
As in the movement of ejaculation or the gathering of possibility—awaiting shape—
slicing the sky into halves much like a human form opening into this life, vertically
spreading into context.