inaction incarnate
if found
timber once umber
though the trajectory
funny little animal
still sense
inaction incarnate
precede me
like this
weather we’ve been
having been
if found
often
certain passes
alone
perhaps
deep
and common
time and
descent
timber once umber
then
umber again
buries in amber
again
the whole wood
leaves millions of these
nought
we claim what light
cooling shapes
scatter
off on wind in wind
though the trajectory
till till regress like that
sound nestles
somersaults
the wound
spring bound withoutward
winters autumned talk
of the whether
or not
funny little animal
not garden universe
death thoughed
hermitage
diffusion whereso we may
mingle
autumns then leaves
as everything
still sense
caducous
keepsake like
a phantom
encounter
the wild
the whiledest
mutation
the mutation
as everything
