stars alight” the drift spray
a black-wing
smiling crony of cold
stars make the light delirium
make aurora spoon
this beanstalk ebullience of push blown
yeasty forms
the luster
mums
glossy featherheads and tails like boas flinging
a dish of Strand
To Polish the binocular Black Eye of Emperor
navy lord of ice gnaw
in spirals the rooms the offices
are
old masses of extinction
now
artists of the absolute
now brighter than their own
winking I’ll come right after you, I will
be back
on quilt aurora too cold to fear