disillusion’s rimed nock
affracts the hour
this blade-country
marrowed
into a word, a leper
(adrift among staithes)
even the sky is moving
its black hives
to some higher ground,
I observed
I bring a razor
to the wedding feast
see how bright
the knot that testifies
to the gold
coin’s mechanical thrust
invisibly, the shore
signs back to us,
solving for (ex-)
o day-linden, en-
hespering, a blind clot
& nuisance
to the binding-hooks
my hair grows towards