some rooted hollow place where underneath the lips of the skull the lever pries loose the tolling of a bell in bronze or steel (i can never tell) ringing deep and bovine in an eclipse of shadows that fall in wash out sink subside across a flat plane un- done by a single strand of nervous attention (undone washed out) curling up rising into the dome of space overhead drinking deep from the shelter of wicked wicked talons
May 6, 2021
