Like a dewy abstraction, palpable
And numinous, touches feeling—
“It evanesces”—those feelings touch facts
Outnumbering them,
Hope would not be an
Ally here if I missed anything,
If this long poem—draft of a draft of a draft—were
Not the part taken for the whole
A remnant metonymizing
The accelerated time-lapse of a devastation more
Total than “the end of the world”

Turning grief to any one’s anger
Through meditation, through a prosody
Of our non-separation from others’ embodiment
Taking you—little band, broken constellation,
Dreamy pack—for the whole world,
Unredeemable except that we are,
Inexplicably someone hollers back
From the void our eager participation has made

No particular death substitutable for another
Except nouns seem to touch
Pronouns like a shoreline singularizing relation (horizon)
A common sense (love) returning
When we invent language again
When movement within the line (i.e., thinking)
Is sufficient
To glimpse where we are and where we’d like to be
(Future conditionals, “altermondialisation”)