mealed-with-flesh
from man-mold made
man-mould mound

a universe
wholly cosmetic
(who knows how?)

nothing's said hot
lest it be dreamed out
in nothing but words

a twitter of insignificance from the cygnet

a tui
chimes descant to
its shadow

shining cuckoo in transparent absence

baby booming
songs of departure
thunder light

unseen breeze
just as night rustles
into the earth

wordless tryst
the scent of crushed leaves
where we lay

sighs adrift
in the shadow shift
of a fontanelle