two

[gold-given give of fat]

gold-given give of fat
that giving back
gives more than given
more than metal
loans abundance
the wasting blessing
wreathing bone and want
to breed an interest
unlike seedless
manna unlike
folding futures
markets promises
a yield that firms
returning glut to glut and life
whatever life is meant to mean
count no one happy once they’re dead
amassed and spent
outgrown and bare
reformed once more
in conjugation
in this loose-bodied circulation
the windfall
ripe and rotting
free-born to a sweet corruption
is resourced
in full
subliming mind
pandemonic as creation
the universe of dust

The Sky’s Portrait

Once, before light
Was domesticated and forgotten,
I would pour out the shadow bath
And seed the forest mind.
There was a dark retreat in living
Off the land. The birds were mad
With flight.

My nursery still crowds with wind,
My memory with colored earth,
But in the mouth of Time, it seems,
All prayers melt to breath.

Rivers tell the ice-clean truth
Of it: Everything intersects,
Root and branch, wolf and dog.
The fat moon turns to sickle and back.

A lack of windows is not a lack,
Is what is
Before it is a thing.