Prone Back

 

   --magnified: the smallesse of morning;

               darkness tears off-mooring, and hair

   breaks on shore of sheet—

I stir to

wake to “What is to

write in adversary?”

Sweet, though it tsk, prose following close and lee

the well-rond perimeter of a stablehand’s day…

presentations in Prone Back

                --during twitch the writer may disconcert the self with images wide:

                of steps set forth on heels thick with stone,

                of knives procured from sheaths alone,

                of faces from someturned home

                unclasped, unclose,

                free—

leaves prose in utter rambles…O!

without adversity.