Littoral Zone 14


As glace by fervor of sun, liquifying, carbonized melt, doughy layers powdered in the shadow of a rise rhymed to the liquid edge, its shoreline of punctuated granularity cuffed with foam along a dark cordillera and ridden by liquiform maculae.



You wouldn’t regard an experience as corroborating this image. Is it measured in centimeters or miles? Or does the expression of measurement depend upon our inclination, a metaphor? Assuming there exists a place that corresponds to this image. But what if there never was such “place” and it was always a mode of exchange, like paying for coal?



Tracked out with a
stony, husky jumping-back to
the fixed determination
that any mastering
vision would whisper
into the eye
on a moonlit morning or
burgling a church backed
up like sallow putty against
the allowance that was un-
intentionally misleading you
to enter her room without
knocking.