57.
If anyone is there to give me need
let me be your favorite machinery
to think you’re meaning something
count the phonemes and link the most
frequent
yielding the secret title of your
flesh
people walking deep inside the bread
break me open and let me out
you also are imprisoned in this tower
taking care of children may be
pyramid enough
for I have gone with you to Egypt
once or twice
riding on your shoulder or your hip
counting the stones at Karnak with
dead eyes.
58.
For I was lapis after all and Danube
delta
down there where they still have
weather
mind perturbed by mower not what I
mean by mind
now long legs warmed by sun renimble
ocelot breakfast but I feed on sight
of the sea
let me feel this me I am this place
the goldfinch at the thistle seed
answer enough
clouds coming over help me to
pronounce
sleep between the syllables and wake
re-meant
clouds give the sea its color back come
guess at me
Wren’s chapel in the Strand strange
altars weary gods
smattered with personality everything
revise away.
