before there was a voice

before there was a voice


all the thought went in
to the sky was a wrestling glance
three movements dropped film on
the eyes may have glazed over
sleep and a dot placed inside
vision became an event
and the wall foresaw the spectacle
was the fragmentation internal
or outside there are constellations
holding under grip will not contain standing

but now only mumblings
the placement was unintended
gathering thoughts lead into saturation
these night joinings rest
against this image is one of motion
unceasing wills a backdrop of darkness
and the forward becomes a way
the scratch of wool is only temporary
these stones sound restful near this never
ending constant and the infinite calling
the one notion speaks of stopping

how to see the larger waves and continue
to make the bed in the middle of the afternoon
sitting in the smallest space the between
waits the soft
waits the found
waits over
waits hovering
waits join
waits mantle
waits harbor
waits the signal
waits the rummy
waits unfull
waits indiscretion
waits the entire
waits the holding down
waits the ghosts of family
waits the sheets of water

willing rough crossing
interacting lines of growth
a last speech from an ending
forms the headline entails
both announcing the shrinking
space reduced to a point
in this room there are still
pictures are whetted with source
while this sand pipe returns the whistle
the hundred year flounce begins