Lamb from lamb’s ear
animals erupt toward
night murmurings, without:
stalk, descentless, supposing.
In waves’ glister, flee
into forest bath, or sky.
And the new come. Newly
as star, as living lusts, grace
the leafy night of blood alone: that is
subterranean, regenerative, nosing.
Watered coffee from a churlish
hand, you are my mother!
Or sent by her. And the tree full
of contradiction, those
unread newspapers. I watch the out-flux
for my chance down the subway stairs.
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