This is hurricane territory. It’s the gulf. Nobody here has body. Like me.
Fathers all sitting for peace in the dark
First place goes to the last creature in line.
dying as you are dying distracted, in debt
to gods of will, malice,
sheer fathom, sheer plumb as depth
The clouds spilled out from under themselves and weirded
the light into a golden range. The gold gathered our breath.
gave the Word domaine
over the real of all things