sharp or heavy the wind

like essentialism wind translated in its mind

flicker twitch a regular fantasy
remember the name:

the moon should smoke open

a suitcase his

& no other
i can hear your orchestra

do you belong here?

your compass yawns
in bee-eye tenderness he said (and prolonged

days piled in the suitcase)
what i really want:

a map behind us

again the bibliographies

of stars
& the daughter; fine creation

three names picked out remember

her ashes diffused

on your lips white paint
your lover a princess i hear
i'd crack i'd mourn
the unbearable

could be this or this or this