For Nicole Phungrasamee Fein

Hope is encountered, variously
remembered, granted the patterns
of heaven—countless tiny
stars, oxalis hearts,
forget-me-nots, test sheets

Distant mountain ridgelines
flatten to paper in daylight
with every purposeful motion
night vision of timeless time
approaching the pulse of suspension

Metabolic edge of experiment,
the radiant points, scales and
variations of beads and dots
breathe benevolent notes, their
particular legibility of trackless

Resistance, deep-rooted, time
becomes sight incarnate, embodied
control framing chaos, space beyond
clarity, branches of lavender, thistle
grinding binding wetting the colors

A meteor shower—constellation
as memory of perfection

Tiger runs wild

waning crescent

28% or 29% visible

not many images

illuminated crescent edge

casts long shadows

seen from earth, the moon

getting closer to the sun

can’t be directed

Saturation—the world is
its own music in awe and

space and not flat these
dynamics of rising

horizon remember the narrow
loom’s scale, perspectival

innuendo’s subtle registration
of touch, we listen, eye

in the hand, mind
in the eye of the hand

There will be
time
then
there will be
song

for the paintings
say
stay

                 Any further controversy would figure, figure hummingbirds in
Manhattan then Charlie Parker
                                synapsoids
beyond function when eyeless eyes are smiling watching you in my sleep
Should we show the exchange of papers? Was it
                 successful?
Too soon to see the facets, their moving images surprise the other two
upon which were beings, projected time
                                included—walked over
clap if you want by the new moon which causes things to grow long and
thin, while the full moon causes growth that is short and
                                               wide
Mercy does not come from the sky