Kaleidoscopes in the eyes
fracture her clavicles onto
the ceiling, his stubble projected
onto the wall across the room.
Flower vases hang
in the air.
Everything is where
nothing is.
It’s all spilling, doubling
back—material
materializing.
I reach...
to understand a thing
you must tend toward it
cup it in both hands
and smudge ink across the idea of it
your neophyte observations will be
textured rough...