of the I
lost to me
everything it concealed
dozes in my mouth
the unknown skeleton
that holds up
the passionate arsonist
as a man
of intelligence
the falling star
of the moment
under endless eyes
echos the explosions
of revelations that dim
in the headlights
of the herded cars
the freeway that isn't free
hides in here with not a word
for itself
just an ache
a cramp in the ribs
lost in the voice of a huge
scent
from a wandering leaf
half-open
wounded
on the bristling
stone
a thrown kiss
that destroyed the road
it traveled
a crater's creator of vast
absences
that indispensable hollow that
slowly opens the circle
of the collar
the ring
of awareness
into its other
