mountains to do and do please me if only that they make me small
and do not shirk or shrink in the smallest of ways striped like banana slugs
in the simplest of ways. i write you from an inordinate basement room by tree roots

rooting down into the year's midsection if only to say here is where we are
endlessly stitching together the pieces peaces scraps of them like snow in the angels
and we are out of the window looking onto a former fence built to function as a fence

what looks what separates what reins it all in from the unfathomable wilderness
the unforgettable train tracking hum of breath resonantly metallurgically
imposes itself on my back, spine, back of my knees to be safe

as if safety were skeletal, ubiquitously flaring past crenellated musculatures
which threaten to crack at any turn, corner or bend in the foreground
as if forced labor were to insure our safety, or at the very least our infrastructure

an attempt to be whole
not to fill in the blanks staunchly
an attempt to be less holey

in the fashion of a hot air balloon, with its hole placed just so filled with pillowy air,
which asserts itself into open air. from ground level, just so much huff. all of its
presence undiscerned, not declaring itself yet filling every crevice in fleshy transparency

until the arrival of all
to be destined or stumble, let loose
until the fall of all arriving

the trees or stand-ins for trees swarm up, swirling pompadours
on heads of steel. ordered to befit the call of clarity. and yet
swampy obfuscation corrugates the calendar we duly annotate

and buoyantly manifest. i will see your monday and raise you
one whole universe, animal, vegetable, or mineral, sphering globularly into
some kind of next week, risking sno-cone helmets and dicey avocados

vocations like dry ice giving off weather systems like nobody's business
i open my sunbrella-sombrero, in fear of authentic and imminent climactic pressure
risking real burns from the fake sun or vice versa as we clock in and check out

to go back
and froth at the edges
and do it better

and do it worse
elbows up
chin up

distances distend without shirking the mountains farther away now than then
every emission landing certainly upon accumulation of phenomenal continuum
further farnesses distantly confabulate mountainous reorganization via wind

via who in the daily wind
never said far was fair or fairer
ladylike currency gets slapped upwind

the currents briskly buzzing bird-like or drill-like
the fairest drill of them all, some ostensible correctness
hammering certainty out of us scattering serrated

i brisk you my bird
briskly trilling drill-bit tidbits
on a sawtooth pillow

embroidered with wingtip-ruffled fluffed-ferrous mountains
inching along. i will sleep on with around through it all of it
indexed topographically as if reminders might create consensus

conflate the senses to expansive capacity
cylindrical capacitors warehousing coiled coincidence
the danger of music turns the corner

to get somewhere else. i turn the corner conically
with my head trailing. both shoulders speed the issue,
only to find another corner and another, the future's matrushka

that i stretch my body into, throughout. a breath
might signal continuity within the discontinuous
pause, all the questions dive in and swim in it