[Untitled #6]

eyebrows and cheeks smeared with lonely
shadow life it is under the reefs the blue black river threads
a carnival of tiny wheel spirits currents thoughts
prayers and wishes left tossed and birthed I called
for them to arrive I desired them
to take flight and leave the heavens and undo
this wound every wall again until it burns
without edges or spectacles or
charters or proclamations or liberations
star stars walk stroll row flow
this that this