To empty at / the bursted pollen, onto unevenly lit slabs,
head filled / with shade, how a currency of years in space
to close performances / attached. My hid specified from
work / & uninvolved in shippings of myself, less amid body,
my inventory / omits over counted shadows. It was warm
where you wane certain to / obsolete, still your earth tells
me that some proximity sifts / us through breaking grades.
What do you think?