(1)

a dream so weighted plumbing

mind's whole deep down

to the wellspring then

pulling wellspring mind

hole in after it a

dream so weighted no

but not by horror light

filling the peach room cricket-thick

night straining the front

door screen you and always

you hair-frizz pinch

of flesh closer than

darkness than day closer

than waking than fact

(2)

river islands five

shades of green a thousand

yellow lights outlining

the bridge that night considered it

all information from allies loyal

as fog and dark roof-light

and map diddle diddle skin

closer than words closer

than skin

(3)

skin

closer than blood closer than blood-ache

than fitted sheet

gray lake mountain laurel hardy

and white

diddle diddle coming in a rubber

raft out in the middle

coming in no hurry yes

in a hurry with a singe and

pop

now

leaping over

soon

(4)

in fact thank you I did

need this hole in the head blown

hole breath blown spirit poured

breath closer than skin closer

than respiration blown hole

spirit poured into mind mind

soaking flesh your breath

closer than perfume closer than

respite

(5)

lash-tongues spit-fire short

wires sizzling hey diddle

riddle when's the lightning

rod not on the roof roof of

that glass pod cliff-hanging over

the bay the way the storm

also came later all

around kiss closer

than flash than

lips than the

end

(6)

indigo flowers infolded

hanging close darknesses

two intelligences

signals tell us it was long ago

we searched the thousand

caves for one just the one

with darkness close

enough wholly to inhabit

technique

signals tell us fuck technique

darkness simply

unfolding by now

it is

(7)

fuck technique

moot is the matter of our tempo

by now

goose the gossamer thrum

our web

wherever it

suits count it off